Page 30 of Seven Days

“What are you going to do?” she asks between bites.

“I’m going to get drunk, pass out, and then go to brunch with you tomorrow and get drunk again.”

I honestly didn’t come here to do anything but forget about the past week. I want to bask in the solitude that is Sara’s apartment, go to some museums, and hit up some bars. It’s a pretty simple plan.

I definitely don’t want to think about strong arms and long fingers. Or hauntingly beautiful green eyes and dark hair with hints of silver at the temples. I don’t want to think about how for the first time in my life I felt like someone got me.

“That works for me but what are you going to do about Thomas? And your dad?”

“Nothing.” I grab the cabernet beside me and take a drink, straight from the bottle. “Our little tryst ended as soon as we walked in the door and Dad saw us.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sara,” I whine. “I didn’t come here to talk about it.”

“You’ve been talking about it nonstop.” She points at me with her spoon. “You’re just pissy because I’m asking questions that you aren’t ready to confront.”

I scowl at her and pull my hood up. “I just don’t know.”

“Well, I actually think you do know. Let’s work through it. Do you miss Trevor?”

My brows slam together as I look at her. I haven’t even thought of him in days. “Not a bit. And I’m slightly pissed that you never called me on that sham of a relationship before.”

“I didn’t want to overstep.” She holds her hands up. “But I am going to call you on bullshit now.”

“Of course you are.”

“You look different after only a week with Thomas. You feel different. Your whole vibe is brighter and happier.”

“It’s just good dick.”

“So go get some more of that good dick.” She stands from the bed. “Get it anywhere he’ll give it to you, which from what you’ve told me so far is any-fucking-where. You don’t take a knee in the first quarter.”

“He and Dad were fighting.” I point to my forehead. “Almost about to go to physical blows. I don’t want that for them. Especially after Thomas opened up about being a widower and bonding with Dad over that.”

“Babe.” She sits down beside me., “Don’t you think the damage has been done?”

I bite down on my lip and look out her window. I can just about see the top of the Washington Monument from here. It’s lit up stark white against the midnight sky.

“Bri,” she says, pulling my attention away from the window. “Take your dad and recent relationship out of the picture. If Thomas had just walked into the bar as a stranger and picked you up, would you still be with him?”

“Yes.” There is not a doubt in my mind.

“Think about how close you’ve gotten over the past week. How you’ve opened up to him in ways you’ve never opened up to anyone. Can you really walk away? Your dad will always love you regardless and if Thomas is as amazing as you say he is, he’ll win Jack back over.”

Her phone buzzes on the dresser for the fifth time in an hour.

“Do you need to get that?”

“No.” She scowls at the phone. “They can wait.”

She’s been a little too into my drama this weekend. It’s almost as if she’s deflecting. I look back and forth between her and the phone again. She reads the look in my eyes and shakes her head at my unspoken questions. I let it go, for now.

“I know. Everything you’re saying makes sense, but what if it doesn’t work. What if I go back and things are just an even bigger mess. What if he doesn’t even want me?”

“Turn your phone back on.” She grabs my phone from my purse and tosses it to me. “I bet you brunch tomorrow that he’s been blowing you up.”

“I bet there will be more messages from my dad than Thomas.”

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