“I do.”
“How?” She eases herself deeper into her seat.
“I saw them kissing on the street yesterday.”
She winces. “Ouch.”
I huff a chuckle. “Tell me about it.”
“Let me guess, you saw her after all this time and your heart started beating again?” she mocks and crosses her arms over her chest. I don’t confirm or deny it, staring at the black coffee in my hands. “Well, Kendrick owes me fifty bucks.”
I frown. “What?”
“We made a bet that you’d be back into her life one way or another. I knew you’d never really be over each other.”
My heart leaps forward.
“What do you mean we’ll never be over each other? As in…”
Could she still have feelings for me?
“What do you want to know, Haze? I only have a few minutes.” She presses.
“How did they meet?” I ask.
“Winter’s job. She works at a five-star hotel now.”
“How long have they been seeing each together?”
She shrugs. “A few months, at most.”
“Are they serious?” Please say no.
“God, I hope not,” I think I hear her mutter.
“I’m sorry?”
“I just said they’re not official yet,” she retracts herself. “Anything else?”
“Have they…”
I don’t need to finish speaking for her to know.
No way that I just asked her that.
“Wow, we’re going there. Okay,” she mocks. “Listen, I don’t know. I don
’t think so.”
She’s most likely lying and just not interested in telling me. That’s Allie. Winter tells her everything.
“Is she… happy?” My voice falters.
The mockery in her eyes morphs into ego-smashing pity. There’s something broken about my tone. Fuck, it feels like she dumped me yesterday.
“She says she is.” She nods. “But if you ask me, she’s… different.”
“Different how?”