Chapter 25

I watch him, waiting, as he hesitates. I want to point out that I did give him a chance, didn’t I? I gave him the perfect opportunity to give me his number, or tell me his name, something, and he missed the play. A magnet with Domino’s take-out number on it isn’t exactly encouraging.

This time, his smile is wan and tight-lipped. “Thanks,” he says. He waits another moment, half-turning as if torn between the other apartment and me, then gives into his responsibility and turns his back to me.

Oh, well.

His loss,I tell myself, closing the door as he knocks on the one across the hall, but that’s cold comfort. I didn’t even get his name, and how much pizza am I going to have to order before I see him again?

Who am I kidding? He’s obviously not that into me. I’m some dork with a hard-on and he probably has a lover already, someone he’s been dating for years, someone to whom he’s practically married, a sexy man like that…what kind of idiot would let himslip away?