Rainy’s POV
My heart is racing, and I just can’t relax. I decide to text Sylvia and confirm that I’m coming over around five o’clock to have dinner with her before I meet Bron and walk the dogs. Seems like an ideal plan to me.
“Cass? What should I wear tonight?” I yell out to her from the opposite end of the apartment, instead of walking over and finding her like a normal person. I am absolutely losing my mind.
I have a date with Bron, the guy I have been lusting after for what feels like such a long time. But I tell myself that I only intend to be friends. I need to make sure he has good intentions.
I can’t have another guy disappearing from my life like my dad did, whether he chose to or not. In fact, I prefer to refer to my dad as “My Thad.” And I am never going through that kind of pain again. My favorite color was blue before he left us, and afterward, it was black.