“And I’m good. The whole thing earlier just threw me for a loop. The fire. The kids. It was just a lot. But everybody is okay, so I’m good.”
“Good.” He smiles at me again and rocks back on his heels. The silence stretches between us. He runs his hands through his hair again. “Listen, I just wanted to make sure everything was good. Sorry for just popping in like this, but I wanted to see you— needed ¬ to see you—and make sure that everything was okay with you. It obviously is, so I will see you around, okay?”
He makes a move to leave and that spurs me into action. “Rhett!” I call after him. He turns to look back at me. “Not that it’s anything glorious, but we were going to veg out and watch some movies tonight. Maybe order a pizza? I’d love to catch up. I mean, if you’re free. You probably have plans, but if not, do you want to come in for a while?” I’ve resorted to rambling. Fabulous.
A real smile lights up his face. “Yeah, M&M. I’d like that a lot.” I nod my head and hold the door open wide for him to come in.
Cam is sitting on the couch. If the smirk on her face is anything to go by, there’s no doubt she has heard this whole unbelievably odd exchange. I shoot her a look, telling her to behave, but the look in her eyes says she has other plans. This is going to be interesting.
Chapter Six
Rhett
“So…Rhett? That is your real name, right? Rhett McCoy?”
“Umm, yeah? That’s my real name.”
“Well, are you the real McCoy ?” Cam asks, shooting a look at Emma, and they both burst out in laughter. “No seriously, dude, what exactly are your intentions with my BFF? Are you married? Gay? Into some weird, kinky bondage shit? Do you wear women’s underwear? Do you secretly hate Johnny Depp?” Cam asks, glaring in my direction while giving me the fifth degree.
“My intentions—I thought—were obvious. She’s my best friend too—or at least used to be. I’m not married or dating. I’m definitely not gay. What do you mean by “kinky”? Like, on a scale from one to ten, ten being the kinkiest, I’m probably a five, I guess. No, I’ve never worn women’s underwear. And no, I don’t hate Johnny Depp, but I can assure you, I don’t love him like you two do.” I arch my brow at her, waiting for more questions.
This has been the most awkward day of my life. I still haven’t gotten to talk one-on-one with M, mainly because Cam has been drilling me this entire time. I can’t fault her though. She only has the best intentions for our girl, so I comply. I answer her unorthodox questions, and I brace myself for more. If this girl isn’t a female version of Micah, then I don’t know who is.
Suddenly, Cam is laughing so hard she’s gasping for air. This girl is an odd one, for sure. I really have no clue why she’s laughing.
“You really will answer every question I ask, won’t you? Oh my God, this is great. You are a keeper for dealing with my bullshit for this long. Kudos to you, fella. Anyhoo, I guess this is the time that I pretend I have to go to my room so you two can catch up. So yeah, I got some shit to do, and I will try really hard not to listen at the door. Mkay?” Cam says as she gets up.
“Oh, it was nice meeting you, Rhett, even if you aren’t kinky and you don’t like wearing lace panties.”
“Umm, thanks, I think. Nice meeting you too, Cam.”
Now I can finally catch up with my girl and find out about her life after the move. Her life after me.
“What are you thinking about over there, McCoy? You look lost in thought,” M says as she comes over and sits beside me and gives me a shy smile. “This is kind of weird, isn’t it? I mean, I never expected to see you when I moved back. I assumed you’d moved away and were married with kids by now.” She gives a sad smile, and it breaks my heart into a thousand pieces.
“Yeah, it’s definitely crazy after all these years. I’m sorry for freezing up at the school
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