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“Mmmm.” Charlee took a sip of wine, not seeming to agree. “I’m sure he’s not into playing games if he’s anything like Lucas. But he dropped the ball tonight. Sure, be as mad as you want. But he’s literally within walking distance and doesn’t come?” she asked Nat. “Not cool.”
I agreed.
“On the other hand. . .” Now Mazzie was apparently going to play devil’s advocate. “You’ve got to be dying to actually see him in person.”
“I am.”
“That’s one of my cardinal rules of life. If you want something, go for it. Text him back. Set it up,” Mazzie said.
“Well, one of my cardinal rules,” I said, “is ‘seize the day.’ Which typically makes sense to me. But right now, the only thing I want to seize is Nate’s throat.”
“Or maybe,” Charlee said suggestively, “you want him to seize yours?” All three of us gaped at her. “Oh, you guys aren’t into that? Never mind.”
“What the hell kind of freaky-deaky stuff are you and Lucas doing in the—” Natalie stopped. “You know what, never mind. We have more important fish to fry. Namely, whether Zoe should text Nate back immediately or should wait. And what she should say.”
“Well, by the time we’re finished with this discussion, he’ll be passed out on the bar.” Charlee refilled her wine glass.
“Bar?” I asked.
“Yeah. Lucas texted. He took him to KC’s for some food.”
“That’s nice. Hope they’re having a great time.”
Mazzie laughed. “By ‘great’ it sounds like you hope a hole opens up in the ground and swallows him up.”
We all laughed. Truth was, both Mazzie and Charlee’s relationships had growing pains. And maybe that’s all this was. But it just felt like such a disappointment after the buildup. Tonight was supposed to have been. . . magical.
“Okay, it’s been long enough,” Natalie said. “Text him.”
I really didn’t want to play games, and she was right. Of course, I would meet him, even if I wasn’t thrilled at the moment. But I could recognize that it was me not telling him about Erik that fucked things up in the first place.
I reached for my phone.
Typed out a few words.
Then tossed it back on the table, grabbing my wine.
“Well? What did you say?” Charlee asked.
I told them what I’d texted. “Yes. Of course.”
The ladies nodded their approval.
My phone buzzed.
“Just like the good ol’ days,” I said, grabbing it.
What time?”
“Jesus, it’s like we’re back to square one. What time, he asks. I don’t know, Nate. How about right now?”
“Say that,” Charlee said.
“No way,” Mazzie disagreed. “The last thing you want is your first meeting to be when you’re both half in the bag after a fight.”
“True.” Charlee went over to my cabinet and pulled out a bag of popcorn.
“Thanks,” I said. “I’m the worst hostess tonight.”
