“Yeah, and I can help too. I've done a ton.”
“Thanks, guys, I appreciate it. The last thing I want is to lose my shop.” My shoulders sink. At times, my problems weigh me down heavier than other days. I try not to let my friends read my face, so I turn back to the fire, moving the logs around with a stick.
“You won't lose it, Cole. I've got faith in you; we both do.” Brock pats my back.
“Have you thought more about dating?”
I stiffen in response to Jay’s question. He knows the answer, yet he insists on asking every time he sees me. I know he's only trying to help, but I'm not going to change my mind. I don't want love in my life. Sure, some casual sex here and there, but that's where I draw the line.
“Jay, leave it. Not tonight.” Brock comes over and sits next to me. He's a sensitive guy, and I find him relatable because of our similar backgrounds. Though I've known Jay longer, he can be harsh at times and sometimes selfish even.
Jay holds his hands up in surrender while I continue to keep myself busy with the fire. “Okay, okay. Just trying to help.”
It won't help. Nothing will.
I'm just not the kind of guy cut out for love.
Plain and simple.