Flynn sort of glances around the kitchen, taking in the pasta, the uncorked bottle of wine, and the plates that I had set out. I even put a little vase with flowers on the table. He looks down at the floor and sort of shuffles his feet back and forth, like he’s nervous.
I think it’s adorable, and I even notice his cheeks are a little red.
“What’s the matter?” I tease. “Is the setup not to your liking?”
He looks up at me and his eyes are filled with apology. “No... not at all. It looks great. It’s just... I have plans tonight for dinner and I can’t stay.”
I feel like I just got sucker punched in the chest and for one terrifying moment, I think my breath may be gone for good, but then I recover. My head is buzzing, though when I manage to ask, “Oh... heading out with the guys tonight?”
Flynn looks back down to the ground and tucks his hands into his pockets. When he looks back up at me, the apology is gone and his eyes are a bit aloof. “I have a date.”
“A date?” I ask, completely aware of the disbelief in my voice. It rings through loud and clear, and I actually see Flynn’s eyes turn cold that I would be surprised that he has a date.
“Yes, a date. Remember... you told me... two weeks ago, to move on from you. That’s what you told me to do, so I went and did it.”
I inhale sharply because his words are like razor blades soaked in stinging alcohol against my heart. He’s actually moved on... past me. And here I am putting on an incredibly stupid display of a romantic gesture with this dinner, and the entire time he’s getting ready to go on a date.
Karma is such a bitch!
And he has every right to do this yet that does nothing to ease the burn of rejection. It’s as I had imagined it would be... sharp and cold. It ravages deep inside of my chest and grabs my heart in an icy grip.
I turn my back on Flynn, because I have no clue what expression my face is wearing right now. I hope he didn’t see the hurt and mortification. Where I possess the strength, I have no clue, but I manage to say in a semi-steady voice, “That’s great. No worries on the food. You can have leftovers for lunch tomorrow.”
Even I’m impressed with how even my tone is and I think I managed to sound happy for him at the end. So I play it all the way up and turn toward him, pinning him with a dazzling smile. “I’m happy for you, Flynn. I hope you have an amazing time tonight.”
He looks back at me, his eyes still hard. But then they soften and he rewards me with the very softest of smiles. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”
Flynn reaches over and grabs his keys and wallet from the counter, stuffing them in his pockets. “I probably won’t be in until late, so I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Sure,” I say, with that fake smile plastered on my face and a touch of hysteria in my voice. I’m on the verge of losing it and I just want him to get the hell out before I meltdown in front of him.
He gives me one last look, and his eyes seem to be searching hard for something. I can feel my cheeks trembling from the effort to smile. He finally turns away and heads toward the door. “See you later.”
When the door shuts, I walk up to it and engage the locks. Turning around, I lean back against it, my palms flat on the wood. Then I slide downward, the first teardrops spilling from my eyes as my butt meets the floor.
I stare straight ahead, numb from the shock that Flynn has indeed moved on. Now, nothing is left for me to have except that stupid fucking friendship that I was so keen to hold on to.
Capone walks up to me and I loop my arms around his massive shoulders, pressing my face into his fur. It will help to mop up the buckets of tears that are leaking out. I cry with abandon, knowing that the only one to share my pain at this moment is my dog.
20
I just came off an extra two-day shift I picked up at the Station and this early morning run I just finished is exactly what I need before I’m able to collapse into my bed and get caught up on some sleep. We were insanely busy and I’m lucky if I’ve had a total of eight hours of shuteye in the last two days.
Opening the door to the apartment, I quietly enter so I don’t wake Rowan up. All was silent half an hour ago when I opened the door to just drop my duffel bag in the foyer before heading out to run. I gently close the door and turn the locks.
“Is that you, Flynn?” I hear Rowan call out from the kitchen.
Walking in, I see her sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee. She looks up at me and smiles a greeting, but it doesn’t actually reach her eyes. “Guess I wasn’t as quiet as I thought I was.”
The smile slips and she says, “I heard the locks clicking.”
I cringe from that statement, a brutal reminder that Rowan still has issues that she is dealing with and thus keeps me firm in my resolve to move on.
But it’s fucking killing me.
The minute I walked into the kitchen and saw her, with the morning sunlight pouring down on top of her from the small, high window that sits above the fridge, I thought she looked like an angel.
A sad angel.
There is something different about Rowan and it clearly changed the night I went on my first date with Jennifer. She has become a little more withdrawn from me, and I can’t figure out if it’s because she’s angry or if she’s sad. Hell, it may be that our friendship has run its course and what was once new and exciting has now become an old hat for both of us.
I know one thing though... I do miss the camaraderie we had shared before, and while I still find myself pining for what may have been with Rowan, I am trying my damnedest to leave the thought of an intimate relationship with her behind.
I’m done being mad at her though.
And I was mad. I mean, really pissed after she spurned me that night. I was mad that she couldn’t see past her fears to something that could have been miraculously wonderful for both of us. I was furious that this brave, strong, independent woman didn’t have the chops to venture even further. Red was the color I saw when I looked at her because I was hurting so bad.
But then I decided I had to move past it. I had to move on, just like she told me. And while I hadn’t really been looking for a relationship before I met Rowan, I got to thinking that maybe it was time for me to find one. A woman that would want to venture forth with me rather than standing timidly in the shadows. A woman that I could look at... the way Nix looks at Emily and says, She’s my everything.
That’s what I wanted and if I couldn’t have it with Rowan, I’m sure I could have it with someone else.
I let one of my co-workers hook me up with his cousin, Jennifer. She’s two years older than me and an investment banker. She’s polished, educated, and outgoing, and I even emailed my mom the morning after that first date to tell her all about it because I knew she would be thrilled at the prospect.
So, there you have it. I’m officially dating. Jennifer has a slammin’ body from what I’ve been able to see through her tailored clothes and designer heels. I also know this because she told me... exhaustively... about her workout routines. It seems Jennifer is a bit of a health nut, and while I’m all for working out and taking care of the body, I’ll never be one of those “drink nothing but spinach and kale shakes” type of people.
Like Jennifer.
On our first date, I almost laughed because not only did she order just a side salad for her entire dinner, but she asked for it with no dressing.
That’s right... no fucking dressing.
She didn’t even ask for it to be brought on the side... she had cold, plain lettuce for her meal. It would have been the cheapest date ever but she did order an expensive sparkling water to go with it, which was fine by me. I didn’t want to have to hear her stomach grumbling through the movie.