Page 9 of Entwined

Becca shrugged. “A certain someone called me this morning to say they wouldn’t be able make my play and they were super bummed about it.”

Darby’s jaw dropped. That shit weasel. “I had to beg him to go in the first place! He only did that to make sure everyone knows we aren’t a couple anymore.”

Of course, Becca was pretty much ‘everyone’. Now that Nathan was gone from his life, the only other person he was close with was her. His parents had died years earlier and the remaining cousins and one lone aunt were on the other side of the country. And could care less about me. He’d given up on sending them Christmas cards for the past few years. They never acknowledged them. And other than some casual acquaintances at work, he didn’t have any other friends.

She harrumphed. “You had to beg him? What a lying pig.”

“There’s no need to go and insult pigs. What did they ever do to you?”

She barked out a laugh. “Good point. Hey. I’m really sorry, hon. That wasn’t about me. I’m sure that was a passive aggressive dig at you.”

Darby grinned. “Yeah. Idiot is probably mad that he can’t contact me directly to harass me about his precious key chain.”

“Did you block him on everything?”

“Yeah. Didn’t need to block him on my phone.”

“Why not?”

“I may or may not have hurled my phone at the wall in anger.”

It was her turn to roll her eyes at him. “Not so well-played, champ.”

“That reminds me. Want to go with me to the cellphone store after this?”

She shrugged. “Sure. I don’t have to be at the theater ‘til five.”

“Cool. I’ll grab the check.”

“And I’ll run to the restroom.”

After Becca pushed from the table with a loud scrape of her chair, he waved down their server. He sauntered up to the counter to pay, then as he waited for her to reappear, he discovered his thoughts had drifted back to Bram. He’d been so consumed by his encounter the night before—with my dream—he’d completely forgotten to tell Becca about his rat of an ex.

If I can’t get this story out of my head, then it must be a good sign.

That was it then. He’d get a new phone, block Nathan, pop a couple painkillers then spend the rest of the afternoon outlining his story. Bringing his gorgeous fairy back to life in his mind sounded like the best idea ever.