I cross my arms over my chest. “I am not a hypocrite. I’m wounded. I need to protect my heart.” I nearly cringe as I listen to myself. Convincing I am not!
“Seriously?” Phoebe bends over the desk and gets right up in my face. “He cheated on you. I agree it sucks. But get over it. My husband kidnapped me and was planning to rape me. He also set fire to Sid’s house.” She returns to her seat and crosses her arms over her chest. “If you want to compare exes with me, you’re going to have to do better than he cheated.”
“She’s got you there,” Hailey says before taking a bite of her cinnamon twist.
“I didn’t know this was a competition.”
“It’s not. But surely you can see you’re hanging on to what Toby did because you’re scared.”
I frown at Phoebe. “When did you get this smart?”
She shrugs. “Sometime after I was kidnapped and before I got engaged.”
“Come on, Suzie,” Hailey cajoles. “I’ve never pushed you about a man before. I’ve let you crawl into your shell and hide away. But I won’t let you pull your tortoise act this time.”
“Why not?” I pout. For good measure, I jut my bottom lip out.
“Because Grayson might be the one.”
Pfff. This again? “I’ve given up on the one.”
Hailey wags her finger at me. “No, you haven’t. You might convince other people, but I know you. I know you kept the house you bought to live in with Toby because you still hope to fill it with children someday.”
I shrug. “I can always get a sperm donor.”
“Or you can woman up and give Grayson a chance.”
I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I stuff a donut in my face. There, now I can’t talk about it.
Hailey goes for a compromise. “Promise me you’ll think about it, and we’ll leave you alone.”
“What a minute. I didn’t agree to leave her alone.”
Hailey pats Phoebe on the arm. “It’s okay. For now. We’ll leave her alone for now. Not forever.”
“Fine. I’ll think about it,” I mutter.
Phoebe shoves the box of donuts toward me. “Here. These will make you feel better.”
I don’t argue with her. I plan to polish off the entire box. It’s my right after they ambushed me and forced me into considering giving Grayson a chance. As if my mind can think about anything else except Grayson and being together with him since Saturday when he announced he wanted to try for a relationship.
Try for a relationship? You don’t try for a relationship. You’re either in one or not. Men. They are such confusing creatures. They also smell good and taste good and make your body feel things your battery-operated-boyfriend can’t. See? Confusing creatures.