Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
I frowned. “Well, I didn’t. Not in time to stop it, anyway. Then she got this great job offer in fucking Rhode Island.”
“April told me about that today. So she left, huh?”
“Yes. And before she left, she told me she wanted to try to make things work with us, even if we had to do it long-distance, but I panicked and broke it off instead. Now she’s been gone for two weeks, and I’m a fucking wreck without her.”
“So tell her how you feel. Is there any chance she’d come back?”
“I don’t want her to come back! Not for me, anyway,” I said.
He gave me a strange look. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t want her to make that kind of sacrifice and discover I’m not fucking worth it. I mean, we were only together for a month, maybe six weeks. That’s not enough time.” I hesitated. “Is it?”
Chip took a long swallow from his beer. “You might be asking the wrong guy here. But for what it’s worth, I knew the day I met Mariah I would marry her.”
I groaned. “What is wrong with everybody? How can you know that shit so fast?”
He laughed. “I don’t know. It was just a gut instinct.”
“My gut instincts told me to run the other way the day I met Winnie.”
“Because she’s so young?”
“Yes. She just did something to me, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t want to feel those things for someone, especially someone who’s twenty-fucking-two.”
“Mariah’s twenty-four,” he said. “That’s not much older.”
I took a drink and considered it. “Yeah, but we’re different. I’ve already been married and failed at it. I’ve had my kids. And I don’t have major league money.”
“Winnie isn’t the type to care about money.”
“I know she isn’t,” I grumbled. “But I just can’t wrap my head around asking her to come back here when I can’t promise her what she ultimately wants. I mean, what if she wound up regretting it?”
“What do you think she ultimately wants?”
“Eventually? To get married and have kids. But let’s say she’s not ready for that for five more years—I’m going to start another family at fucking forty?”
Chip shrugged. “Why not? But let’s say she was ready in one or two years. Would it change your mind?”
“No.”
“Exactly. Because it’s not the age that really bothers you. It’s something else.”
Annoyed that he could read me so well, I plunked both elbows on the bar and locked my fingers behind my neck. “What if I’m bad at being in a relationship? What if I’ve always been so careful not to give away too much of myself that I don’t know how to do it? I mean, maybe all the shit Naomi said is true.”
Chip took a deep breath. “Okay, listen. I wasn’t there when you married Naomi, but I was there when you guys dated before, and it was not a good relationship. You two did nothing but piss each other off, fight, and get back together, probably because there was nothing better to do. I was shocked at the news you were getting married.”
“Yeah. It wasn’t a good idea.” I shrugged. “But Hallie and Luna were worth it.”
“How do they feel about Winnie?”
“They adore her.”
“So let me ask you this. Does this thing with Winnie feel different from what you had with Naomi?”
“Night and day,” I told him.
“Do you think maybe you could try to give away more of yourself, at least enough to make Winnie feel like you’re not going anywhere, no matter what? Because that’s the only way to get her back.”
I looked at him sideways. “That sounds scary as fuck.”
“I know. And don’t do it unless you mean it, or I’ll have to kick your ass. She’s still my little cousin.”
“I know.”
“And if it works out and we move up here, our kids can play baseball together. We can coach them. Or we can be those asshole dads on the bleachers that know everything.”
Laughing, I picked up my beer again. “If I’m ever that guy, please kick my ass.”
We hung out another hour or so, and then Chip had to leave to meet up with Mariah for dinner with his mom and stepdad. After he left, I noticed I had a text from my sister.
Hey, if you’re not busy, can you come by? I have something for you. We just ordered pizza and salad and you’re welcome to eat with us.
It wasn’t even seven and I had no plans until I was scheduled to pick up the girls at ten-thirty, so I replied that I’d swing by in about twenty. I paid my bill and headed out.
I let myself in their back door and found Bree in the kitchen. As soon as she saw me, she handed me an envelope that said Dexter on it. The handwriting was unfamiliar.
“It’s from Dad,” she said, holding up her palms like she was innocent. “I didn’t read it, I don’t know what it says, I’m not pressuring you to read it. I only said I’d give it to you, and now I have.”