“I’m not mad.” I look over my shoulder, at where Dylan is sitting. I don’t say anything, just thinking over my options. I’ve decided to come back because I do want to move on with my life.
Maybe…
Maybe there’s more than one way that I need to move on.
“Abby?” Nichole asks.
“It’s fine. Go have fun. I think I’ve already got a ride home,” I tell her.
Nichole’s whole expression lights up, as if I’ve just told her she won a prize. “Oh, Abby! Good for you!”
“Hey, Nichole!” Danny waves from the door. “You coming?”
“I’m coming!” Nichole throws her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for another hug and a kiss, and then hurrying off with her new friend.
I take a deep breath. If I really want to, I can just call myself a cab. But…
I look over at Dylan again, who’s almost finished his drink.
He’s handsome, and funny, and sweet.
I decide, then and there, that I’m not going to let my past hold me back any longer. James would want me to move on—and I really want to go home with Dylan.