Page 21 of Rebound With Me
Vince
I shouldn’t go back.I said I’d go back. I want to see her again. It’s a bad idea. We don’t have anything in common. But that was hot. I can’t be the guy who punched a hole in her wall, fucked her and then left without explanation. I’m not that guy. I just can’t stop thinking about her. It’s probably just because she’s new. I need to get back out there.
“Hey. You hear what I said?” my Dad asks.
“What? No.” I go back to buttering Charlie’s waffles. “Hey do you have any blueberries or something?”
“That’s enough butter!” Charlie complains.
“There’s never enough butter!” I wipe the butter off the knife, onto his waffle, and put the plate in front of him. “Don’t eat it until I find a berry or two.”
“I think there’s a bag of frozen berries from like two years ago.”
That reminds me of Nina, and I don’t hear a word he says again for another ten seconds. “What?”
“What is wrong with you this morning?”
“Nothing.” I pull a hard bag of blueberries out from the freezer. It’s like a brick. “You don’t have any other fruits?”
“There’s bananas.”
“I don’t want a banana on my waffles.”
“Fine. You can eat it separately.” I toss out the rock-hard bag of blueberries and put a banana on the kitchen table in front of Charlie.
“Did you get the break-even ratio to that guy for the Henry Street listing?”
“I cc’d you yesterday. As always. I cc’d you and Karla and Eve and Gabe.”
“I didn’t see it.”
“Not my fault, is it?” My Dad’s the founding partner and CEO of the Devlin Commercial Realty Group where I’m a vice-president, so he is my boss, but it’s difficult to treat him with the respect he’s accorded when he’s standing in front of me in his boxers and bright yellow smiley-face slippers, with a chocolate protein shake mustache and a confused look on his face.
“You hear back from the guy yet? Who’s it—Briggs?”
“Connor Briggs.”
“Asshole name.”
“Total asshole. But he’s very encouraged. I feel good about it. I’ll talk to him and his business manager later today about his timeline. The Bushwick deal should close tomorrow.”
“Good. Great! Charlie, you need to get dressed.”
“But you’re not dressed.”
“I’m not taking you today, Vince is.”
“I am? I’ve got a client meeting in Williamsburg and I have to go home first.”
“Shit. I’ve got a conference call in fifteen. We gotta get a new nanny.”
“Ya think?”
“I’ll have Karla get into it.” He looks over at Charlie, then gives me a look. “You need to tell him.”
“Yeah.” I take a seat next to Charlie, who’s shoving half a waffle into his mouth. “Hey, buddy, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“About Sadie?” He doesn’t look at me.
