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reboot.”
“Sure,” she said again.
I believed her even less.
“I’m moving into the I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar part of my life.”
Jenna nodded.
“Plus, he’s completely not my type.”
Jenna slid her gaze toward the guys, dragging mine along with it just as Max tugged the bottom of his t-shirt up and ducked to wipe his forehead, showing off an impressive six pack.
“Right.” I cleared my throat. “But, I know what I’m looking for and he’s not it. When I start looking I’m going to meet a guy I have things in common with. Who is going to see me as an equal.” Not the punch line of a joke.
“His last girlfriend was horrible .”
“Seriously, Jenna.”
“Actually, she was worse than horrible. She was like rom com evil villainess evil.”
I put down the box I’d been moving to the kitchen figuring I might as well just wait her out.
“He volunteers with kids. He coaches baseball.”
I glanced at the rag in my hand considering gagging her.
“His family is from Chicago and he flies home for every major holiday. But he still says this is home.”
“Don’t care.”
“He saved a kitten last week.”
“A kitten?” Okay. So that got my attention. What kind of guy actually rescues kittens?
“Yup. Climbed right up the tree and carried her down to her seven-year-old owner.”
“You’re making that up.”
“Nope. He’s totally embarrassed by it. Hold on.” She pulled her phone out and shuffled through some pages. “It made the local Patch.”
Yup. There was Max, a seven-year-old girl looking at him like he was a super hero, holding a kitten and looking like he’d like to be anywhere else.
“Huh. He saved a kitten.”
“They’re not letting him live it down at work.”
“Well, why would they?” If police departments were anything like Law & Order had taught me, there would be kitten posters all over the place by the end of the week. “But still.”
Jenna gave me her own version of The Look.
“Okay.” She grabbed a box to carry down with her. “This last guy must have been quite a prize.”
“It’s more that I hadn’t realized what a prize he was.” I did a mental rundown of everything I must have missed again, cataloging things that may or may not have been clues to Jason’s jerkiness. “Plus, twenty-four hours is not enough time to recover, rebuild, and move on.”
And that was just my ego I was talking about. Who knew if that was more or less resilient than a heart? Luckily, I wasn’t going to have to find out since my heart had recovered before I’d even made it to the curb.
“You can’t blame yourself for trusting someone in your inner circle. And no one should be more inner circle than your long-term boyfriend.”
“It’s just—”
“I know. The dumping. The half-security deposit. The general idiotness.”
“You have no idea.”
Jenna gave me what I’m sure she thought was a reassuring smile but just made me want to ask her what she was up to. Before I could double down on my warning, she turned back to the box she was taping up.
We worked all morning getting Ben’s basics packed and moved to Jenna’s. Things like his bed and books we wrapped up and put in the small storage area in the attic. Everything else was staying right where it was. Which was perfect all around.
The entire time, Jenna kept smiling to herself.
You can’t blame me for keeping an eye on her after that. Any sane woman would have.
~~*~~
When everything was packed or stored, we headed down the street to a pizza place Ben swore by. He’d even pointed out the magnet on the fridge and suggested I memorize the number.
It was nice to have some sure things in place. I pulled out my credit card, planning to pay for everyone as a thank you.
“You don’t have to do that.” Jenna slid it back across the counter toward me.
“Yes I do. I want to say thanks for the help and the place to stay and everything you guys have done.” It was embarrassing to admit,
“Sure,” she said again.
I believed her even less.
“I’m moving into the I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar part of my life.”
Jenna nodded.
“Plus, he’s completely not my type.”
Jenna slid her gaze toward the guys, dragging mine along with it just as Max tugged the bottom of his t-shirt up and ducked to wipe his forehead, showing off an impressive six pack.
“Right.” I cleared my throat. “But, I know what I’m looking for and he’s not it. When I start looking I’m going to meet a guy I have things in common with. Who is going to see me as an equal.” Not the punch line of a joke.
“His last girlfriend was horrible .”
“Seriously, Jenna.”
“Actually, she was worse than horrible. She was like rom com evil villainess evil.”
I put down the box I’d been moving to the kitchen figuring I might as well just wait her out.
“He volunteers with kids. He coaches baseball.”
I glanced at the rag in my hand considering gagging her.
“His family is from Chicago and he flies home for every major holiday. But he still says this is home.”
“Don’t care.”
“He saved a kitten last week.”
“A kitten?” Okay. So that got my attention. What kind of guy actually rescues kittens?
“Yup. Climbed right up the tree and carried her down to her seven-year-old owner.”
“You’re making that up.”
“Nope. He’s totally embarrassed by it. Hold on.” She pulled her phone out and shuffled through some pages. “It made the local Patch.”
Yup. There was Max, a seven-year-old girl looking at him like he was a super hero, holding a kitten and looking like he’d like to be anywhere else.
“Huh. He saved a kitten.”
“They’re not letting him live it down at work.”
“Well, why would they?” If police departments were anything like Law & Order had taught me, there would be kitten posters all over the place by the end of the week. “But still.”
Jenna gave me her own version of The Look.
“Okay.” She grabbed a box to carry down with her. “This last guy must have been quite a prize.”
“It’s more that I hadn’t realized what a prize he was.” I did a mental rundown of everything I must have missed again, cataloging things that may or may not have been clues to Jason’s jerkiness. “Plus, twenty-four hours is not enough time to recover, rebuild, and move on.”
And that was just my ego I was talking about. Who knew if that was more or less resilient than a heart? Luckily, I wasn’t going to have to find out since my heart had recovered before I’d even made it to the curb.
“You can’t blame yourself for trusting someone in your inner circle. And no one should be more inner circle than your long-term boyfriend.”
“It’s just—”
“I know. The dumping. The half-security deposit. The general idiotness.”
“You have no idea.”
Jenna gave me what I’m sure she thought was a reassuring smile but just made me want to ask her what she was up to. Before I could double down on my warning, she turned back to the box she was taping up.
We worked all morning getting Ben’s basics packed and moved to Jenna’s. Things like his bed and books we wrapped up and put in the small storage area in the attic. Everything else was staying right where it was. Which was perfect all around.
The entire time, Jenna kept smiling to herself.
You can’t blame me for keeping an eye on her after that. Any sane woman would have.
~~*~~
When everything was packed or stored, we headed down the street to a pizza place Ben swore by. He’d even pointed out the magnet on the fridge and suggested I memorize the number.
It was nice to have some sure things in place. I pulled out my credit card, planning to pay for everyone as a thank you.
“You don’t have to do that.” Jenna slid it back across the counter toward me.
“Yes I do. I want to say thanks for the help and the place to stay and everything you guys have done.” It was embarrassing to admit,
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