“That’s the one.”
“The guy who always stood you up?” she asked. “The one with the hot friend from that bar.”
“It’s always you and the hot ‘other guy’,” I said.
“Sorry, sorry,” she said. “But… Owen was hot.”
“I hate you.”
“And Kevin’s still a pretty good-looking guy.”
“What the hell does that have to do with anything? And how do you know? You were over here flirting with some piece of island ass. You didn’t even know who I was talking to.”
“I didn’t need to know who it was to know he was hot,” she said with a grin.
“Of course not.”
“Come on. Tall. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Chiseled abs with water dripping down his strong chest. Swollen arms and veins protruding from his—”
“Okay, okay. I get it. Kevin’s a good-looking man.”
“And exactly your type,” she said. “I don’t know how you kept from jumping him then and there. That’s some serious self-restraint.”
“I can’t believe he’s here,” I said.
“Want me to punch him in the dick?”
“First you wanted me to talk about how hot he apparently still is, and now you want to punch him in the dick for me?”
“All I’m saying is if you decide not to fuck him someone here had better.”
“Well, you’re not fucking him.”
“Ah, so we’re possessive. Still in love with the older man who broke your heart?” she asked.
“I was never in love with him.”
“Keep on telling yourself that. But we all knew you were. What happened with you two, anyway?” she asked. “You know, besides never making you a priority and always forgetting about your dates?”
“That isn’t enough?” I asked.
“Of course it is.”
“He was too focused on that business of his. I spent more time in restaurants waiting for him to show up than anything else. I waited for phone calls that never came and dressed up for dates he never picked me up for. That man’s head was in the clouds and
he had eyes for nothing but the company he was building. He didn’t give a shit about me, unless he wanted to get laid,” I said.
“Yep. Punching him in the dick, it is!” Morgan said.
“Why did I have to run into him here?”
“Look, we’re here to get your mind off one scumbag ex, so we’ll just make it two. We’ll look hot every day in case we pass by Mr. Old Well-endowed Guy again, and we can make him drool and regret not treating you better.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better,” I said. “I don’t know that I want to see him again.”
“Yet you swam over to him the second you recognized him,” she said.
“Well he looked right at me, I couldn’t very well be rude. He has kids now so that means he has a baby mother. I think it’s best I keep my distance,” I rationalized.