Chapter 8

“I’m serious, Otho, no more broken hearts because you think he’s the one.” She made air quotes.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Lyn. I fished him out of the river. I know he’s not here for me.”

“They never were and yet you gave them your heart in five minutes flat.”

Otho growled. “Do you want food or not?”

“I want food.” She grinned and took a sip of her wine. “But, I feel it’s my duty as your best friend and the one in charge of picking up the pieces when things go to hell to remind you that just because someone smiles at you, it doesn’t mean they want to get their happily ever after with you. It’s why you moved out into the middle of nowhere—to reduce the number of cute guys smiling at you and you falling head over heels, remember? Men are bastards and they’ll take advantage of anyone they can, you need to be careful.”

This time Otho glared. “Are you done?”

“I would’ve reminded you earlier, but your phone isn’t working.”

He sighed. Right, the phone. “It took a dive into the river.”