Chapter 15

Why was Jack alwaysfalling for the wrong guy? Ever since I’d known him, Jack had dated one bad apple after another. Why couldn’t he see how amazing he was?

Jack deserved so much more.

“You’re gonna be okay,” I said softly. “I know it hurts. But you’re gonna survive this because you’re you. You’re Jack Barley.”

Jack sniffled. “Like the hearty cereal.” He squeezed his chest. “But without the warm milk.”

I laughed though I’d heard that joke about his surname a hundred times or more in the last five years. That was actually how Jack introduced himself to people. “Exactly,” I said.

We both chuckled a little and then grew quiet again. Jack dropped his fork on his plate, the metal clanking loudly, and then grabbed the bottle of wine standing between us on the table. “Enough of that sappy shit. It’s Friday night. Let’s go out. You’ll wear that white muscle shirt and I’ll use you as bait.”

“You know I hate the bar scene.”

“Honey, we all hate the bar scene.”