Page 174 of Homewrecker

She picked up her drink. “It’ll mean that particular man couldn’t love you through that particular truth.”

I stared at her. “That was really good.”

“I know.”

“You got that from TikTok?”

“No.”

“Instagram?”

“Bitch, I have deep thoughts.”

I laughed and leaned back against the couch. I felt like I could breathe without immediately hearing Nash’s voice talking about his marriage.

“I don’t want to tell him yet.”

“Okay.”

I looked at her. “That’s it?”

“What do you want me to do? Schedule it?”

“No.”

“Then okay.”

“I thought you were going to tell me I had to do it tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

Klair shook her head. “It’s your story. Tell it when you’re ready. But don’t drag that shit out for six months because you’re scared.”

“I won’t.”

“And don’t start pulling away.”

I sighed. “Fine.”

“You’ve already been acting weird, haven’t you?”

“No.”

I looked away.

“Blair.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“You own your schedule.”

I covered my face.

“Did he text you today?”

I pulled out my phone. “Yeah.”