Jack: So if I want to return that engagement ring . . .
Hallie: You’ll have to bother someone else.
Jack: Too bad. You’re quickly becoming my favorite person to bother.
Hallie: Later, Jack.
Jack: Later, TB.
Hallie: You do see why that cannot be a thing, right?
Jack: My apologies for calling you an infectious disease.
Hallie: I hope you never have to say that to me again.
Jack: You should be so lucky.
Jack
“Why are you smiling like a jackass?” Colin asked.
Jack looked up from his phone, and Colin was watching him like he’d lost his damn mind. He replied, “Why are you staring at me like a creep?”
Colin flipped him off, and Jack set down his phone and said, “Your wedding bartender is fucking hilarious, if you must know.”
“So you two are talking now?” Colin asked, picking up a wing and raising his eyes to the wall of TVs above the bar.
“Not like that.” Jack finished off his wings while he told Colin about the app and his conversations with Hallie. “And don’t mention it to Liv. I don’t want her to think it’s a thing when it isn’t.”
Colin grinned. “Your sister doesn’t have a lot going on right now, so this really would get her mind firing.”
“Poor Livvie,” Jack said, laughing.
The morning after their wedding, the Uber driver who was supposed to take Colin and Olivia to the airport accidentally ran over her foot. Thankfully, he just got her toes, so no surgery was required, but they had to reschedule the honeymoon because she couldn’t even wear a shoe over her swollen, broken toes.
“She’s okay,” Colin said, still wearing the dumb smile he always wore when he talked about Liv. “I took her to Barnes & Noble, so she’s in bookish heaven at the moment.”
“She probably doesn’t even care about the foot anymore.”
“Right?” Colin wiped his fingers on a napkin and reached for his beer. “Is there anything you do want me to report to her about the dating app, by the way?”
“Oh, shit, what time is it?” Jack looked down at his watch and muttered, “Yeah, you can report to her that I have a date tonight.”
He raised his hand and gestured to the waitress that he was ready to settle his tab.
“You just inhaled twelve wings and now you’re going to dinner?” Colin looked equal parts impressed and disgusted. “Seriously?”
“Yup.” Jack picked up his glass and finished the last of his iced tea. If he were being totally honest, he wasn’t looking forward to the date. At all. He still felt like shit about Vanessa, but not because he was heartbroken about the breakup or hesitant to move on.
No, Jack felt like a goddamn fool.
If he was sad about Vanessa, it was because he was sad to learn he was wholly lacking in self-awareness and good judgment. He was sad to discover he was too desperate to see things clearly.
Because how had he ever thought he and Van were a good idea?
She was beautiful, and a decent person （when she wasn’t being jealous）， but they were wildly different. He liked eating wings and watching football, whereas she liked pointing out how disgusting wings were and how pointless football was. He’d grown up with three dogs and was an animal lover, but Vanessa thought dogs had revolting breath and had repeatedly told him that she would never, ever get one.
She’d even said ewwww when his dad’s dog licked her hand.
Which, honestly, should’ve been the world’s biggest red flag, right? What kind of a monster says “ewwww” in regard to Maury the Pug?
Yet instead of parting ways with Miss Dog Hater, he’d purchased a diamond ring for her. He’d ignored everything that should’ve been obvious to him in his rush for . . . hell, he didn’t even know what he’d been rushing toward, exactly.
But what if he made that sort of mistake again? Was he so pathetic that he’d blindly latch onto anything pretty and interested?
He forced his neuroses out of his mind and said, “This way I can order something healthy and look responsible.”
“You have got to be kidding.”
“Nope.” Jack pulled out his wallet and tossed a twenty on the table. “I’m a genius.”
“I think you mean moron.” Colin picked up another wing and gave him a look. “Have fun on your date, moron.”
Chapter
FIVE
Hallie
Hallie walked into Charlie’s, and once her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the restaurant, she looked around for Kyle. It was tough, since she’d only seen the pictures on his profile, but maybe since she was ten minutes early, he wasn’t there— “Hallie.”