Page 52 of Buried Treasure
"I should've called, I know," Sydney said. "But why do I want to be in a relationship with someone? Especially with all the other crap in my life right now."
Lucy leaned back and stared at Sydney. "This isn't really about Andy and his business card, is it?"
"What are you talking about?"
"This is about John," Lucy said.
"John?"
Sydney looked across the table at Lucy, who was staring at her with a knowing look, waiting for her to accept what was happening. This wasn't just about a man Sydney had slept with. This wasn't just about Andy and the business card and finding excuses not to reach out to him.
This was a matter of trust.
Sydney groaned and buried her face in her hands. "It's about John."
"I mean, it makes sense, right?" Lucy asked. "You've been seeing him everyday in that stupid conference room, reminding you of the trust you no longer have."
"Which is something that Andy wants to give to me," Sydney admitted.
"But you push him away."
Sydney looked at the pint of beer in front of her and sneered at it.
"I hate John."
"He does, in fact, suck," Lucy said. "Hard."
Sydney turned to look out the window and watch the snow fall. A few people were walking past on the sidewalk on their cell phones or bundled up against the cold. She was one of those people, she realized. She was out in the cold, wandering around, oblivious to the fact that she could be somewhere, could be with someone who wanted to be with her. Maybe it was time for her to come in and let Andy warm her up.
