Page 93 of Game Misconduct
“How’s the loneliness thing going?”
“Still the same.”
“Well, don’t look for a woman to magically fix that for you,” I caution. “True happiness comes from within. Trust me on that.”
“Are you doing better?”
“Better, but still not fixed. I don’t think there’s a miracle cure. It’s taking ten steps forward and five steps back.”
“Any forward progress is progress,” he murmurs.
“Exactly. And I’m putting in the work. I have a therapy appointment tonight, actually. But being in a relationship doesn’t fix me or change me. I wouldn’t have been open to one if I hadn’t done the work to get to where I am now. And there’s still plenty more work to do.”
“I’m happy for you,” Luke says, his voice soft. Vulnerable. “We all need a little more happiness in our lives.”
“Do you think…”
“Hmm?”
“Do you think we’ll stay friends?”
Warmth spreads through me as he laughs in my ear. “Like you can get rid of me. Seriously, babe. The audacity.”
“Hey, Lukey?”
“Yeah, Bexy?”
“I’m glad we’re friends.”
He lets out a heavy exhalation. “Me too.”
“Don’t…” I swallow my hesitation. “Don’t let me go, okay? If you think I’m pulling away or forgetting about you, don’t let me.”
“You couldn’t even if you tried.”
As I finally reach my office, I swipe the security badge to unlock the door, and I stop short.
Because sitting on my desk is a bouquet so enormous it takes up nearly the entire tabletop. It’s a gorgeous arrangement of sunflowers and baby’s breath, with some greenery to fill it out.
A card pokes through the blooms, and I pluck it from the plastic holder.
Bex Marie, the note says in a clear, typed font. Very glad to be doing this thing with you. Have a great day today. XO, Nick.
My heart flutters, and I press my hand to my chest.
“What’s wrong?” Luke asks.
“What?”
“You made a noise.”
I giggle. “My boyfriend did a cute thing.”
He pretends to gag. “Gross.”
“Oh, shut up.” Affectionately, I roll my eyes, fingering the soft petals. This time, I hear the audible aww I let out.
A knock raps on my open door, and I look up to see Vanessa, dressed in her usual uniform of an oversized sweater, skinny jeans, and combat boots.
