Dave shrugs. “She already has better. She has you. But who do youhave?”
I don’t know. My parents? My daughter?
A large hand covers mine, his fingers warm as they squeeze my wrist. “You have me, now. You’ve always had me.”
Tears prick my eyes and I blink them away. “Dave, I…”
I was awful to him, I know it. Letting Julia come between us. Drifting away after high school. Forgetting to keep in touch. I pull my hand out from under his. “You deserve better, too,” I murmur, my voice quiet between us.
He takes my hand again, holding tight this time so I can’t pull away. “I never wanted anything else.”
* * * *
The waitress brings another beer for me, but Dave still nurses his first mug. It’s been a long time since I’ve been out after Jenna’s gone to bed. The beer buzzes through my system, threatening to make me maudlin, but I don’t want to dwell on Julia tonight. It’s just me and an old friend, and I want to keep it that way.