“Yeah, and you’re an idiot. I don’t like having a friend who’s an idiot. You’re bringing down the reputation of Hot Profs Lane.”
Kat’s not wrong. What if I am judgmental and unyielding?
I always figured it was for a purpose but it never helped. Not with my wife. Not with my son.
Maybe it’s better if I’m out of her life for good.
But I can’t walk away without seeing her again.
32
KAT
Daniel: We need to talk. Please.
The message shows up when I’m finishing dinner at Liv and Sawyer’s.
I picked the guestroom that looks out on Daniel’s house. To keep an eye on Andy, I told myself.
But I’ve caught Daniel getting in his truck a few times, and each time my traitorous heart leaps.
It’s insane.
He doesn’t want me. I need to get over this.
But none of the guys at school hold any appeal.
Another thing he ruined for me.
Kat: I have more things to get from your house. Can I come by tomorrow?
Daniel: Come by tonight. You can see Andy.
I knock on the door around eight.
It opens seconds later. “Kat! You’re here!”
Andy throws his arms around me, or at least one of them.
“Shouldn’t you be in pajamas?”
“I just wear pajama pants now. It’s too hard to get the top on,” he informs me.
“How’s the healing going?”
“One week done. Three more to go.”
I give him a look.
“Five more to go,” he relents. “The first couple days were fun because everyone was signing it. But now I’m out of space.”
“You can make more space. Got paint?”
He perks up as footsteps sound in the hall.
The hairs on my neck lift.
“Daniel.”