Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
“I don’t know,” I said seriously. “I was in firefighter mode. Plus, the kids were there. Then at the party, Chip was introducing us, and Luna shouts out, ‘We know her! We saw her bum!’ And the whole place went dead silent.”
Justin’s eyes went wide. “What did she do?”
“She handled it fine, but I felt bad. Then Luna had an allergic reaction to something she ate, so we had to leave early, and I never got a chance to talk to her. Later, when I saw her come out to her patio, I went over to say sorry and we ended up having a beer together and talking for a while.” Exhaling, I let my shoulders slump. “And then I fucked up.”
Justin leaned back against a cabinet full of cleaning supplies and cocked his brow. “What did you do, keep her out past curfew?”
I shook my head. “I fucking kissed her.”
“And you feel guilty about it because she’s young?”
“Yeah. I mean, I stopped it before it could go any farther, but it easily could have. Then I saw her yesterday at the pool—the girls went and dragged her out to swim with them—and she looked so good, I couldn’t stop staring at her or thinking about her naked, and it was pissing me off. So I basically announced out of nowhere that I wasn’t interested in her. That kissing her had been a stupid mistake.”
“Smooth.”
“Fuck off.”
He grinned. “So what did she say?”
“Nothing. She just grabbed her stuff and left.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Then I took the girls home and picked a fight with Naomi.”
“You’re really on a roll with women, aren’t you?”
“Naomi’s used to my bullshit, plus she sort of deserved it,” I said defensively, “but this girl, Winnie, she didn’t.”
“So tell her you’re sorry.”
“I thought about it, but . . . do I have to? It was the truth—I’m not interested in dating her. That’s all I meant.”
“Okay, but you didn’t need to say that out loud.”
“I thought I was doing her a favor,” I argued. “I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea after the night before.”
“Which was totally your doing. You kissed her, right? Not the other way around?”
I didn’t answer.
“It’s like you took a bite of her dessert without being offered a taste, and then told her you didn’t really like it anyway.” Justin shook his head. “Dick move.”
“I did like it,” I muttered. “I’m just too fucking old for it.”
“She doesn’t know what’s in your head. Trust me, dude. I’ve got four sisters and a wife, and I know how women think. You insulted her, and you should apologize.”
I exhaled, afraid he was right. “I don’t even want to face her.”
“You live right next door to her. You can’t avoid her forever.”
“Why not? I lived in the same house as Naomi for years, and she claims I was excellent at avoiding her.”
“Just knock on her door tomorrow and get it over with.”
“Couldn’t I just leave her a note?”
“I guess you could. But that seems pretty chicken-shit.”
“I’m not chicken-shit,” I said, puffing out my chest.
“Then be a man and knock on her door, asshole.” He punched my shoulder as he left the laundry room. “Don’t forget the fabric softener.”
I spent all day Tuesday unpacking, organizing, and making a final few runs from my old place to the condo. After the apartment was completely empty, I turned in my keys to the management office and drove away from the Luxury Harbor Complex for the last time.
After emptying the final box, I grocery shopped, ran to a home improvement store to pick up some inexpensive plastic furniture and a little charcoal grill for the patio, and took a nap. After a shower and a frozen dinner, I called the girls to say goodnight, since I didn’t have them during this stretch of days off.
Both of them asked me if I’d seen Winnie. I said no and quickly moved on to other things, but when I hung up, I was still thinking about her.
I’d been fighting the idea of an apology for two days, but I realized if I ever wanted a good night’s sleep again, I was probably going to have to say I was sorry.
That thought was confirmed when I got a text from Justin that said, Did you do it?
When I didn’t answer, he followed up with a chicken and poop emoji.
“Dickhead,” I muttered.
Then I grabbed my keys and hustled out the door.
Ten
Winnie
By nine o’clock on Tuesday night, I was already in my pajamas, curled up on the couch with Piglet watching When Harry Met Sally for the one millionth time. I sighed heavily as I stroked her fur and watched the love story unfold in glorious autumn colors.
“That should be me right now, Piglet,” I said mournfully. “Walking the streets of New York City in a cute hat with someone who adores me, our feet crunching in the fallen leaves, our hearts destined to beat as one forever and ever . . .”