“That’s me, the wreck.” I said, putting my head down on the table. I was at Hogs Head, and ready to cut loose, and by that, I meant cope and get drunk.

“I assume you heard? I told Vic not to rub it in, but you know her. She wanted to see you fall apart at the seams.”

“She got her wish, Lil. I haven’t been sewn, or whatever at my seams since he left. This was just the cherry on top.”
 

"Wow." James mumbled. I look up and realize how close we are. His lips are inches from mine.

"What?" I asked, in a whisper.

"This is where I told you I first loved you."

"Scout isn't just an old friend,  is she James? She isn't a great bud from your teen-aged years. You dated her!" She pointed at me. "At least one of you were honest."

He reached out and touched my cheek. "I left her." He said softly.

"I got a cat." Yeah, maybe that wasn't the right thing to say.

"You can barely take care of yourself." He pointed out, amused
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