Page 99 of Bulletproof
“Sugar and honey?”
“Fal—”
“Fuck!”
Oh, yes, I had him!
“Today. Will you see her today?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Fal?”
“When?”
“Sit down and have a drink. I’ll call you right back.”
“I’m such an idiot! Why do I listen to you?”
“ ’Cause it’s better when we’re together, Fal.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do.”
He groaned loudly, and I hung up and called Dylan back. I could hear from how breathless she was that she was getting excited.
“You’re so happy, D.”
“I’ve just been waiting on you to wake up.”
“You could’ve shaken me.”
“Nope. You had to find the confidence yourself. What did it?”
“I’ve been thinking about it for months, but yesterday … yesterday, when I was in the ocean all by myself, I felt like I was nothing, you know?”
“And you wanted to be more.”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Yeah,” she agreed.
“I mean, I’m not living with some delusion that me running my own business will realign the planets or bring about world peace or whatever, but I think maybe if I was happier with me, then I wouldn’t be looking for Sam to be perfect or everybody else.”
“If I was happy at work, I wouldn’t be such a bitch at home.”
“What did your husband say? How does Christopher feel about you and me back in the saddle again?”
“He thinks it’s about damn time.”
“God.”
“I have money put away, J.”
“Me too—some.”
“And the rest?”
