Page 71 of Rebound With Me
“Good.”
“They stopped by my apartment, actually, on their way to Florida. They met Vince. They loved him.”
“How nice.”
“How’s your early midlife crisis going?”
“It was going great until you showed up.”
“Oh really, that’s not what it looked or sounded like to me.”
“Looks and sounds can be deceiving.”
“Right, like when you look like a totally nice guy and I hear you say that you love me, but then you go and—”
“Nina, let’s not.”
“Fine with me.”
“We’re almost out of the woods here, let’s just let those two let off some steam and then we can all go back to our romantic weekends.”
“Fantastic idea.”
After a beat, he says, “Interesting that you and I had the same idea. For this resort.”
“Yeah. I’m glad we both ended up here with the right person.”
“You think so? Sadie has told me a few things about your gentleman friend. I hope you know who you’ve gotten yourself involved with.”
Do not let that get into your head. Do not let it get into your head.“Oh yes, I am in this with eyes wide open.”
“And legs too, apparently.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“Ahhh, you swear now, what a charming surprise.”
“Sometimes. Just for the summer. I do a lot of things that feel good now, as I am quite certain you do too.”
“Well good for you, but I doubt your boy has told you everything about himself.”
“Did you know that people can have sex standing up against a wall?! And in the shower! And from behind?! And with the woman on top facing away from—”
“I don’t know if you think you’re being funny, but you are not.”
“I don’t know if you realize you don’t have a sense of humor, but you don’t.”
“Okay. I was hoping we could both be adults about this, but…”
If he wants to believe I’m the non-adult here, fine with me. I snort-laugh.
“Believe it or not, Nina, I do care about you. As a co-worker and as a friend.”
I can’t even snort-laugh at those words. He actually seems to believe them.
“I just don’t want to see you get hurt. This thing with this guy is just a rebound. It won’t end well.”
This is a summer of firsts. I’ve never been gobsmacked before. I’ve always loved that term, never felt it. I am, suddenly, completely smacked in the gob.
