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I follow him to a black Jeep and he opens the passenger door for me. “Thanks,” I say, climbing up onto the leather seat. I pull the door closed as he makes his way around to the driver’s side.
“Where to?” he asks, starting the engine and I give him my address.
He drives from the parking lot, and I cast a final glance at my old but usually dependable sedan. I hope the repairs won’t be too expensive. I haven’t been at my new job long enough to receive the first paycheck. It would’ve been nice if I could’ve gotten ahead a bit before being hit with an unexpected bill. But I’m thankful I at least have room on my credit card, and that’ll have to do for now.
“Are you from this area?” Rogan asks.
“No, I’m originally from Rhode Island but I went to college in Delaware.”
“Isn’t that where Brett went too?”
“Yeah, we met there.”
“So you followed him here?”
“Don’t make me sound like a stalker. We were in a relationship and he asked me to come.”
“How long did you two date?”
“Five years.”
“Damn. That’s a long time. I bet it felt longer,” he says, laughing.
“Sometimes it did, but we had a lot of good times too.”
“Why’d you break up if things were so wonderful?”
I really don’t want to explain why. Will he use that information against me somehow?
“You don’t have to tell me. I didn’t mean to be intrusive.”
“He cheated on me,” I blurt out.
He shakes his head. “Wow. What a fuckhead.”
His reaction elicits a snort from me before I add, “With a model.”
“I guess it shouldn’t surprise me.”
“Oh? Why’s that? Because I don’t starve myself?” I jump to ask.
He turns his head, and his deep-blue eyes connect with mine before they return to the road. “No, because he’s an asshole in general, so why would he appreciate having a beautiful girlfriend?”
Beautiful?Now I feel bad for snapping at him.
“I’m sorry if I bit your head off.” I release a frustrated sigh. “I shouldn’t still be sensitive about what happened but being cheated on sucks. Especially when that person is a famous freaking model.”
“Yeah, I can see how it would.”
I roll my eyes. “I bet you’ve never been cheated on.”
“No, I haven’t, but I also have never had a serious relationship.”
“Oh boy,” I say.
“What?”
“You’re a walking red flag.”
