“Nothing?”
“I told him that wasn’t my business to share.”
I leaned against the edge of one of the tables.
“He asked if I was seeing somebody?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You’d have to ask him.”
“I’m not asking him anything.”
“Then don’t.”
“Did you give him my number?”
“Luna Bennett.”
“I had to ask.”
“No, you did not.”
I smiled a little.
“No. I didn’t give that man anything that belonged to you.”
The way she said it made my throat tighten.
“Okay.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
And I was.
I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t tempted to call him or wondering what could have been. If anything, I was irritated that his name could still walk into my evening without permission and rearrange something inside me.
Five years ago, I would’ve given anything for Lucas to care enough to ask where I was.
Whether I was okay.
Whether somebody else had me.
Now he finally did.
And I didn’t know what I was supposed to do with the fact that it didn’t feel anything like I once imagined it would.
“You sure?” Mama asked.
“I’m sure.”
“All right.”