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CaptainCory
Yes. Come now?
WinnieHeartsYou
Come… where?
CaptainCory
You want me to come?
WinnieHeartsYou
I think there’s a language barrier
CaptainCory
No barrier. Sit on face.
WinnieHeartsYou has blocked CaptainCory.
I usedto think rock bottom was crying in the car while listening to Taylor Swift. But no, this may officially be rock bottom. I drop my phone onto the bed and press my forehead down on top of it. “What iswrongwith men? Honestly, there should be a psych eval before they’re allowed to download this dating app.”
Sawyer’s muffled voice floats in from the walk-in closet. “That bad?”
It’s strange how things work out. Sawyer is the last person I ever expected to become this close with, but somewhere between her stoppin’ by the bakery and long conversations that weren’t abouthim, she stopped feeling like the girl who stole him from me and started feeling like my friend.
It took time. And yeah—being around Trouble still comes with a quiet edge of awkwardness, and it might never fully leave. But in a town this small, you either learn how to exist in the same spaces or you let it shrink your life.
Besides, they love each other.Reallylove each other. And if what I got out of losing him was a real friendship with her, then I can live with that.
I really like Sawyer.
You can’t help but love her.
“Bad is an understatement,” I sigh, head still down. “I’d take bad at this point. If this is any indication about what kind of men are out there, there’s no hope for me. I might as well start knitting sweaters for my future army of cats.”
Sawyer pops out of the closet in a sleek red dress. “There are good men in Weston,” she says with a smirk, hands on her hips. “But you won’t find them on that dating app.”
“It’s sickening how you can put on anything and look like a model,” I grumble, tossing a pillow at her.
She dodges it with a laugh and disappears back into the closet. “Trouble’s taking me to a fancy dinner, and he never does fancy dinners.”
I snort. “Oh, I know.”
She pauses just long enough that I hear the shift in the room. When she steps back out, her smile is softer. “Oh. I—sorry. I didn’t mean?—”
“Don’t be,” I say quickly. “Really.”
She studies my face, like she’s checking for cracks.
“You changed him,” I add, quieter now. “For the better. If he says differently, he’s lying.”
Sawyer tilts her head. “You think so?”
“I know so,” I say, then wrinkle my nose. “Doesn’t mean it’s not still sickening how in love you two are. I might throw up just thinking about it.”
She laughs with relief. “You’re the worst and the best all at the same time.”
