“I’m okay.” A total fucking lie.
“Liar.”
I huffed. “I’m not okay.”
“Is this about . . .”
“No, this isn’t about Thomas.” I blew out a long breath, so long, she thought she’d lost me.
“Londyn?”
“I’m here.” I looked in my rearview mirror, hoping to see Brooks and knowing I wouldn’t. “I think I fell in love with someone.”
“Already?” Sh
e laughed. “That doesn’t sound like a problem to me.”
“I just left him.”
“Ah.” The line went quiet.
“What do you mean, ah?”
“Nothing.”
“Gem. Tell me.”
She sighed. “It’s just . . . this is what you do, Lonny. You get scared and run.”
“What?” I switched my grip on the wheel so I could put the phone to the other ear. Clearly, I wasn’t hearing her correctly. “I didn’t run away from Boston because I was scared.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Ouch. Okay, maybe calling my friend wasn’t the right decision today. Gemma and I were always brutally honest with one another, but I wasn’t emotionally stable enough for brutal today. Maybe I should have delayed this call a week or two.
“I left Boston to start over,” I said. “It’s time to simplify my life. I don’t have this overwhelming desire to prove myself, Gem. I’m not like you. I don’t need the money and the status.”
“I don’t need—ugh.” She paused. “This isn’t about me, and I don’t want to fight.”
I unclenched my jaw. “Me neither.”
“I’m trying to help. You sound miserable. If you truly love this guy, whoever he is, then why are you leaving?”
“I don’t know,” I confessed.
“Are you afraid you’ll find something real there?”
“Maybe I’m afraid I won’t.”
“Oh, Londyn.” There was a smile in her voice. “It sounds like you already have. So why are you leaving?”
“I need to give this car to Karson. I need to see that he’s okay.”
“Do you have to do it today? Or tomorrow? Why not stay with this guy for a little while longer?”
“Brooks. His name is Brooks.”
“Why not stay with Brooks?”