Page 87 of It's About Time
Yeah, I might be a little too excited about that detail.
“So, is there anything I should know before we get there?” Dilynne asks, breaking through my thoughts.
I adjust my grip on the steering wheel. “Well, my mom’s name is Theresa.”
“I know your mom’s name, Elliot.”
“Just giving you a friendly reminder. She has a Pomeranian named Mitsy that is basically her favorite child.”
“More than you? I thought boys were supposed to be their mom’s most precious babies?”
I chuckle. “I mean, my mom certainly is proud of me, but this dog is the baby now.”
Dilynne nods. “I see.”
“The dog will be on her lap while we eat. She’ll feed it from the table…”
Dilynne’s lips curl up. “That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”
“My dad lets it slide, so it happens.”
“And what if he said it couldn’t?”
I glance over at Dilynne. “Then my mom would obey.”
Dilynne’s face transforms into a look of disgust. “Um, not that you need to worry about it, since this is fake, but the fuck if you would ever tell me to obey you.”
“Trust me, I’m aware. But I’m not interested in a partner who doesn’t have a backbone.”
“Huh.”
I drift my gaze over to her again. “What was that for?”
“Not sure Tori is the type of woman I would have described that way, but you were engaged to her.”
I look straight ahead again. “That’s part of the appeal, Dilynne.”
“You—youwantto get engaged again? Like go through with the wedding part one more time?”
I blow out a breath. “Yes…maybe? Fuck, I don’t know.” The more time has passed, the more I realized that the idea of finding someone to spend my life with isn’t something I want to give up on entirely. The problem is just finding the right person, which is what feels like the lost cause.
She places her hand on my thigh. “You’ll know if you find the right person. That’s what I keep telling myself.”
Our eyes meet for a brief second before I focus back on the road and she retracts her hand.
“You haven’t seriously dated anyone since Vinnie, huh?” I ask.
“Nope. Friends with benefits only.”
“I see.” The words come out clipped. The thought of another manbenefitingwith Dilynne sends my pulse spiking.
I can feel her eyes boring into me. “I’m a grown ass woman who can sleep with whoever she pleases.”
“I agree. It’s just…”
I hate the idea of you with another man.
And a few months ago, I wouldn’t have thought twice about that.
