not used to hearing. “I’m hoping it might turn into something, so … you know.”
He’s hoping? “Really.” Kenzie forces herself to speak normally. “Um, since when? Who is she? What’s her name? How’d you meet?”
“Do you really want to know—”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Her voice rises an octave as the full weight of what he just told her finally hits her. “Since when are you seeing someone? You don’t do relationships, J.R., remember?”
“M.K.—”
“You know what, forget it. I’m almost home. I’ll let you go.”
“Wait,” he says, and she waits. “I agree my timing could be better, but listen to me. You’re anxious because Derek’s been distant, and it’s making you hypersensitive to everything else. When he calls, everything will feel back to normal. Trust me. And then we can talk more about … my stuff.”
He always did love to explain to her how she was feeling, and why.
“Derek’s not going to call,” she says. “He sent me a text as I was leaving work. It’s over.”
“He’s said that before, though.”
“I’m pretty sure he means it this time. The text was … brief.”
She blinks back tears of frustration and disappointment. Dumped by Derek, and now abandoned by J.R., who’s gone and gotten himself an actual girlfriend. It’s times like this when she’s reminded of how few people she has in her life who she can rely on. Fifty thousand followers on social media, and not one single friend who’ll come by when she’s having a rough night.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he says. “We’ll figure something out, find another way to close the deal.”
She disconnects but keeps the phone in her hand. Figure what out? J.R. was obviously thinking she could get from Derek what she got from Paul, but maybe that was never the way this was going to go. She blew this one, big time.
Her building is nothing special to look at from the outside, but the lobby and hallways are always kept lit. The sensation of eyes crawling all over her is still there as she gets to the lobby door and sticks her key into the lock. Only when the heavy door closes behind her does she allow herself to exhale. She might not have seen anyone, but that doesn’t mean there was nobody there.
The elevators work, but they’re slow, and her apartment’s on the second floor. She’s fast on the stairs and is at the last step when the door to the stairwell opens. It’s Tyler. By the looks of it, he’s heading out to work; he’s wearing his good jeans and a white T-shirt that shows off his olive skin. He’s a bartender who works nights, and she’s a barista who works mornings. When they’re not working, they’re in class. Still, they used to be able to make time for each other. Tyler hates that Derek is married.
Married men have a way of ruining friendships.
“Hey.” Her roommate skips past her, careful not to let their shoulders brush. He avoids her gaze.
“Hey to you, too.” Kenzie pauses at the top of the stairs to look down at him. This is ridiculous. They’ve been living together for two years, goddamn it. She uses his hair paste. He eats her granola bars. They both still use his ex-boyfriend’s Netflix login and password. They should be able to work this out. She wants to tell him about Derek, but not here, in the stairwell. “I owe you a breakfast. Free tomorrow?”
He stops and looks up. “Breakfast? Seriously?”
“Or lunch?”
He shakes his head and continues on his way. “Buford puked in your bed. It’s all over your sheets so you’ll have to wash everything. I think he’s been eating the flowers.”
She groans. The cat only does that when he gorges. “Wait. What flowers?”
“Someone sent you flowers this morning. I put them in your room.” He pauses and looks up again. “And forget breakfast and lunch, we’re doing dinner tomorrow, bitch. You’re taking me somewhere nice.”
She catches a glimpse of his grin before he’s out of sight, and just like that, some of the day’s awfulness lifts. She’s not going to screw this one up. Ty wants nice? She’ll give him nice. She’ll treat him to the Metropolitan Grill, using a bit of the cash Derek gave her. They’ll order steaks and cocktails and share a tableside bananas Foster for dessert, and she’ll let Tyler tell her what an asshole she’s been for the past six months. Hell, while she’s there, maybe she’ll drop off a résumé. The servers must