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I’m sure I do.
“Anyway, he asked about my job. We chatted for a bit and then Devon came back, so I left them alone to catch up.”
“I see.”
“How can I fall right back into crushing on him in one damn hour? Seriously. I’m much more worldly than I was back then.”
She tilts her head. “Are you really?”
I think about the fact that I never left Bridgewater, even after promising myself I would not end up here. But Mom needs me, so here I stay.
“Yes, very much so,” I lie.
“I’m not sure about that. But you are a total babe.” Lisa shovels a mouthful of omelette before continuing. “Even if you won’t get out of your own way when it comes to men.”
Unlike Lisa, who is semi-attached at the moment, I am still single after more failed relationships than I’d care to admit. “Not this again.”
She shrugs. “All I’m saying is there’s no use pining for Enzo DeLuca unless you change your ways. Even if you guys did date, you’d break up with him just like all of the others.”
Lisa accuses me of self-sabotage when it comes to my love life. And maybe she’s right. But it hardly matters when it comes to Enzo. He’s so out of the question it’s not even funny.
“Well, there’s no need to worry. There’s literally zero chance of that happening.”
Lisa’s eyes widen. “Oh?”
“Devon would kill me. Or him. He’s only in town for the weekend, and he probably won’t be back for another year. Let me see if there’s anything else. Oh. Yeah. He’s not interested me.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive. He was exactly like you see him on the news. Cool. Collected. Polite. Not much evidence of the old Enzo.”
“The old Enzo?”
Lisa has a way of making me talk a ton more than she does. Or maybe I’m just a blabbermouth. Yes, that’s probably it.
“You know, the less stuffy, joking-around version. The non-bazillionaire Enzo.”
The guy I knew from our childhood and the one I see in interviews are definitely two different people. I’m not sure how I feel about the new one, but it doesn’t really matter. The last thing I should do is get hung up on either Enzo. Again.
“So that’s it?” she says disbelievingly. “End of story?”
I finally dip my eggs into the red pool of yumminess and eat. “Mmm-hmm,” I mumble.
“So if he walked in here right now, no big deal? You wouldn’t care at all?”
Washing down the eggs with my coffee, I don’t even bother to answer. She can’t goad me into saying more.
“The guy you had a major crush on for, like, most of your life, who you haven’t seen in years, comes home in all his glorious, wealthy sexiness and no biggie? Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”
And, just like last night, I can tell from the look on Lisa’s face that he’s behind me. Only this is an entirely different expression from the one my brother had. Instead ofMy buddy is here!this one is more likeYou’re about to be proven wrong.
I might have been staring at the door earlier, hoping he’d come in, but the truth is I’m not ready for it. Not again. This town is too damn small for a man like Enzo.
“He’s here,” I whisper frantically. “Isn’t he?”
“Yep,” she says, her smile firming up.
