Page 166 of The Broken Keys

“I will.”

We go inside and order our drinks.

Once we have them, she gestures to a table. “Let’s take an extra ten minutes to get you caught up.”

“Thank you.” I rush to the space she pointed to, in a hurry to fill in the blanks.

We get situated, then she starts the conversation. “Where do you want me to begin?”

“You suggested there might be someone else in my life. Someone I can’t recall.”

“I’m not sure if it means anything, but you told me you had a guy you were seeing. It wasn’t anything serious. At least I didn’t get that impression.”

“Really?” My chest caves in with the mere thought of being with someone other than Callum. “What was his name?”

“That’s the thing. You never told me.” She takes a slow sip of her hot latte.

“Why wouldn’t I tell you his name?”

She places her cup down. “That’s what I was trying to say. You wouldn’t tell me because you said he was just someone you filled your lonely nights with. I called him Mr. Opportunity. That’s how I know him.”

“Mr. Opportunity?”

“Yeah. Your relationship was always about when you could fit each other in. He only seemed to come around when you summoned him to your bed.”

I rest my head in my hands, begging my mind to work. “So, it was casual?”

“I think so.” She gives me a moment to take it in.

I lift my sad gaze to hers. “He must not care very much about me.”

“Why do you say that?”

“If he did, he’d be concerned about me. Has he even noticed we haven’t spoken?” A searing throb shoots between my temples. I grab at the sides of my head. “Fuck me. I hate this.”

“Do you have anything to help?”

“Yeah. Thanks for reminding me.” I dig into my purse and pull out my painkillers. I take a couple with a gulp of coffee. “That should do the trick.”

She nods, but there’s something strange about the way she’s analyzing me.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Quinn?”

“It’s just that you don’t take…” She shakes her head. “It’s nothing. Let’s get back to your love life.”

“What can you tell me about this other guy?”

“Not much.” Her eyes go wide. “You know, there is something.”

“What? Tell me everything.”

“You two broke up in early April.”

“That was about a month and a half ago.” Emptiness fills my core. “Did I tell you why?”

“Just that he was traveling and away on business for the foreseeable future.” She reaches across the table and rests her palm on my forearm. “You told me you thought you were falling in love with him, but he left you. That all happened before Cash came back into your life.”

“Where did this other man go?” My pulse picks up as the desperation to understand hits me hard. “Maybe?—”