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I’m entirely accountable for this situation, but I don’t want to be the one to give in about this. Morgan has said that I’m so stubborn that I can’t even admit to myself that I am stubborn.
    I refuse to believe that.
    “Tell me. I know something’s bothering you.” Rod is actually worried about me? How did this happen? How did I become a damsel in distress? My life was good until my heart and biological clock started demanding more.
    “I miss Finn. We don’t see each other as much as I want to. I know it’s stupid and annoying of me to tell you that when it’s so easy for me to fix it.” I look down to the gray-carpeted floor as if it holds the key to my dilemma.
    Rod softly chuckles.  “I understand. You don’t see him all week. I’d miss him, too.”
    I lift my eyes to his face. “You would,” I utter and bite my lip, stifling a laugh.
    “Hey! I’m only saying if I were you and I was dating the guy, I’d miss him, too. I’m not saying I would date him. God!” He throws his head back before looking to the road again.
    I laugh and rest my head against the headrest, turning my body as much as I can behind my seatbelt, to face him, tucking my hands underneath my cheek against the seat. Rod is the perfect remedy for my blues. “You’re so hilarious.”
    “So I’ve been told.” He shakes his head and aimlessly gestures his free hand. “I honestly don’t always try to be.”
    “I know. That’s what makes you so funny. So endearing,” I smirk at him.
    He glances over to me. “ Endearing ? Not a word I really want attached to me or my reputation.”
    I roll my eyes. “You don’t have that kind of reputation, Rod.”
    “I’m working on it!” He sighs melodramatically before checking his mirrors and changing lanes. His eyes are back on me. “You’re pretty funny, too, Hadders. You want to have dinner with me?”
    I yawn and close my eyes. “Sure. I have nothing else to do.”
    “Um, thanks? You’re such a pal,” he says, sounding slightly wounded.
    I laugh and reach up to pinch his cheek. “You are just so damn adorable!”
    He teasingly grumbles, “Endearing and adorable . That shit screams hot stud .” I giggle and mindlessly gaze at the trees blurring past Rod’s side window. Rod lays his hand on top of the steering wheel and flicks his fingers abstractly. He momentarily looks over at me. “Why didn’t you stay with Wilder last night then? You said he had to work on his bike this morning, but why did that stop you from staying at his apartment?” Because I’m an idiot .
    I straighten in my seat, not really wanting to talk about last night. “He was out with Ricky and some other friends late.”
    “Oh?” he asks expectantly. I look down at my black fingernails Morgan hates so much. I keep them polished and shiny. I don’t think they look as trashy as Morgan thinks they do. “Where was Finn late last night that you couldn’t stay with him?”
    “He went out drinking with Ricky,” I answer, avoiding Rod’s examination. “So, I just stayed home. I’m not sure what else they did. I didn’t talk to him before the race. I knew he’d most likely be busy and probably hungover. I felt like I’d be bothering him since I knew he had to get some things done this morning.”
    “ Bothering him ? It apparently was bothering you that you didn’t know where he was last night. You have every right to know what the hell he was doing and with whom.”
    My eyebrows tug together in consternation and I look at Rod. “I didn’t say it bothered me. I knew what he was doing last night and that he was with his friends. Why should I doubt that?”
    “I’m not saying you should doubt anything. If you trust him then there isn’t an issue. Do you trust him?” Do I trust Finn? Yes. But, have I ever thought there was a possibility he might find someone else. Someone better suited for him? Prettier? …Yes. Every blessed day. Do I think he would actually sleep with another woman? No. I