“Phoebe is fine.”
I nodded and gave her a weak smile. When did she tell you?”
“A little over half an hour ago,” I said, not looking up at him. “Me too.”
“Are you okay? So, that’s what I was to her: an option. That it happened only a week after our last visit made the sting of betrayal more intense. I’ve met your family for Christ’s sake.”
I waited for her to say something—anything—but she didn’t even look at me or acknowledge anything I was saying. She was leaving to return home after a week of apartment hunting and fucking. She was kinky and perverted, and there wasn’t much that shocked her. “There’s sixty-something dollars in the side drawer. “She might be a bit young for me.”
Dillon shrugged and said, “I’d trust you with her. “Jack,” I said, “don’t let her steal anything expensive.” Without another word, I opened the front door and walked out. Natalie. “Have you been dating someone for the past month while we’ve been in a relationship?”
“We’re not technically dating.”
That was enough of a yes for me.
