Chapter 3

“Really? Good looking guys like you aren’t usually alone.”

I felt my face flush. “Thanks.” Being complimented on my appearance was certainly flattering. Turning forty a few months earlier and feeling that I looked my age or older had put a damper on my self-esteem. Even with a full head of mostly dark hair and a body that was in pretty good shape, I was no George Clooney and heads didn’t turn for me the way they used to.

“I’m surprised you’re not with someone,” Darren said.

“Well, I haven’t exactly been looking.”

“Why not?”

Apathy? Fear? Complacency? All of the above? “Sometimes it’s just easier to be alone,” I told him. “Sometimes.”