Damn, he probably was overdue on calling her. He’d first had the thought while driving home from dropping Hannah off the other night.
But life had happened, and of course he’d forgot.
James attacked his meal with gusto, barely taking a moment to breathe.
“Was that breakfast sandwich from today or yesterday?” Eric joked.
“Couldn’t even tell ya,” James admitted.
Hell, at the rate his friend was going, he wouldn’t put it past him to have skipped more than a few meals.
When James finally set down his fork a bit later, he leaned back in his chair with a contented sigh. “That was amazing.”
“Glad you liked it.”
“You’re kind of a health nut too.” James picked up a carrot, snapping into it with his teeth.
“I try.” Eric finished off his chicken. “I need to keep in shape for Taekwondo.”
He’d been taking it since he was seven, and was a second-degree black belt. Hopefully heading toward his third. But that was up to Master Myeoung to decide. He’d basically grown up in the studio he’d trained at.
“Yeah, how’s Taekwondo going anyway?”
“Always awesome.”
It was only three nights a week, for the seven o’clock class, but he looked forward to that more than anything else on his schedule. It was a priority.
“You should come try out a class sometime. See if it’s your thing.”
James laughed and shook his head. “Nah, man, I’ll stick to running. I’m not much of the routine and sparring type.”
Eric grinned. “A lover, not a fighter.”
The smile on James’s mouth died and he shook his head. “I’m not either right now.”
Shit. Way to remind him of the breakup.
“Probably a good thing you’re single anyway, with you studying for the bar.” Eric kept his words light. “Women are a distraction.”
“I miss her.” James rubbed the bridge of his nose again and closed his eyes. “I’d give it all up to have her back.”
Disbelief shot through Eric. “You don’t mean that.”
James shrugged and released a heavy sigh. “I can’t even get her to reply to a text.”
Tension slid through Eric’s muscles. “You texting her a lot?”
“Now and then. I want her back.”
The air hissed out from between Eric’s clenched teeth. “Yeah. I know you do.”
Let her go. Just fucking let her go and move on.
He couldn’t utter those words aloud, though. They weren’t helpful to James, and they were probably motivated by jealousy.
“Anyway, did you hear Blake got attacked at work? Ended up at Harborview?”
Time to play ignorant. “What? No, man. What happened? Is he okay?”