He didn’t want to think about that, dammit. “So?”
“So a random hookup is a terrible idea that isn’t going to help your loneliness.”
“I’m not lonely, for fuck’s sake.”
“Really.” She crossed her arms and gave him a bullshit look. “You didn’t rush everything with Vanessa because you were sad and didn’t want to be alone?”
“Shut up, you nosy little shit,” he muttered, giving in to a smile when she rolled her eyes and pinched him.
“Listen, you tool,” she said, dropping her hand and looking serious. “We both know you loved the idea of a relationship so much that you forced it; you admitted it to me when you were drunk at Billy’s a couple weeks ago, remember?”
He wished he’d never shared that little morsel.
“Well, it sucks the way things went down, but I think this is a blessing,” she said, taking her phone out of her jeans pocket and looking at the display. “Now you’re free to find someone you actually have something in common with. Someone you have fun with.”
Just to mess with her, Jack said, “Well, I had a lot of fun with the bartender last night.”
“Spare me the details and let me give you the log-in for the dating app for which you’re now a paid subscriber.”
“What?” He groaned and glared at his sister. “What did you do?”
“Nothing, really.” It was her turn to shrug and smile. “After you said what you said at Billy’s, I might’ve set up an account for you and paid the fees, just in case.”
“In case . . . ?”
“In case you and Vanessa crashed and burned.”
Jack sighed.
“Instead of making a fuss and pretending to be mad,” she said, looking pleased with herself, “just say ‘Thank you, Liv.’？”
“Butt out, Liv,” he replied.
“I’ll butt out,” she said, “as soon as you log in.”
Hallie
A week later
“You have to be kidding.” Chuck stabbed one of the Swedish meatballs on his plate and gave Hallie a look. “This could not have actually happened.”
“Which part don’t you believe?” Hallie asked her best friend as she dipped one of her french fries into ketchup. “The botched proposal or the drunken hotel sex?”
“More water?” The waiter looked down at her, and her cheeks got hot as her words hovered there. Drunken hotel sex.
“Um, no, thank you.”
Chuck started laughing and squealed out the words hotel sex, which made the waiter laugh, too. Once the server left, Chuck said, “All of it. I mean, what are the odds that you go to work, and all of that happens to you?”
Hallie jammed a few fries into her mouth and said, “I’m having trouble believing it myself, and it happened a week ago.”
“So the guy was attractive?” Chuck popped a meatball into his mouth. “Good under the covers?”
“He was hot for sure.” Hallie pictured Jack’s face and said, “Good under the covers, against the wall, in the elevator . . .”
“Remind me again why you’re complaining . . . ?”
“I’m not complaining.” Hallie took a sip of her Diet Pepsi and said, “I’m just disgusted with myself for being a hot mess shit show. Waking up at the foot of a stranger’s bed was the impetus I needed to change, and now I’m going to turn over a new leaf.”
“Your old leaf wasn’t fine?” Chuck rolled his eyes and said, “Because it seemed totally fine to me.”
“When Ben and I broke up, everything I started doing was supposed to be temporary. But I’m still living like a college student, Chuck. I need to get a real apartment without a roommate, a fresh haircut, some new clothes, perhaps a meaningful relationship—”
“Oh, my God,” he interrupted, his eyes huge and his mouth full of meaty ball bites as it hung wide open, his beard and mustache framing that mouth with orange fuzz. “Does this mean you’re finally gonna do it?”
Hallie inhaled through her nose, closed her eyes, and gave a nod of confirmation.
Chuck had been trying to get Hallie to go on Looking4TheReal, the dating app where he’d met Jamie （his now fiancée）， since Hallie and Ben had broken up. He was convinced the app was some sort of magical matchmaker, and he never shut up about it.
Ever.
Chuck had never had a serious relationship before Jamie （which Hallie knew because she’d known him his entire life—he was also her second cousin）。 He was hands down the most unique person she’d ever met, but his inability to fit into a conventional category had always worked against him in the dating world.