weeks.”
“At least you’re doing what you love,” I said.
“Yeah.” He looked around the auditorium. “I just wish my parents would come…” Sadness fell heavily on his shoulders.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him about my last encounter with his mom and dad. All it would do is make him feel hopeless. And hopeless was exactly how I felt too. Nothing I said or did would change their mind. Even losing their son didn’t make a difference. It was terrible.
Kyle’s phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Excuse me for one moment.” He stepped away and held the phone to his ear.
Nate watched him walk away. “Please tell me he’s single.” His voice came out high-pitched and excited.
“Uh…he has a boyfriend,” I said. “They’re living together, actually.”
“Dammit.” He kicked the floor. “He’s so hot.”
“Why, thank you,” I said since my brother and I looked so much alike.
“You’re welcome,” he said with a laugh. “The good ones are always taken, I swear.”
I immediately thought of Harper. How she was single was beyond my understanding. She could find Mr. Right easily because every guy would do what she wanted to be Mr. Right.
“Well, I should get back,” Nate said. “Thank you for coming.”
“Of course.”
“And tell Kyle I said bye,” he said. “And…let me know if it doesn’t work out with his boyfriend.”
I chuckled. “Will do.”
Nate quickly hugged me. “I really appreciate your support. You have no idea what it means to me.” He suddenly got emotional, his eyes coating with tears.
“You’re my friend,” I said. “And that’s what friends do.”
***
I had a new client, a girl name Patricia. From our coffee meeting I gathered that her boyfriend dumped her but he was still a mutual friend. Every time they went out, he was there. She wanted to make him jealous or prove that she was over him, and she wanted to prove that to all her friends too.
That’s where I came in.
She was nice enough, and there wasn’t anything about her that particularly annoyed me, but I wasn’t looking forward to escorting her. I noticed that whenever I wasn’t with Harper, that’s where I wanted to be. She was usually on my mind, in some physical and lustful way. And I missed her friendship too. She was the coolest person I knew
I arrived at Patricia’s door wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I wore an expensive watch to show her friends I had money since I couldn’t wear a suit or anything. They were going out to a bar tonight so I had to wear casual attire.
She opened the door wearing a dress that was so short her ass practically hung out. She could wear whatever she wanted to wear, but I preferred women with a little more class. It was sexier to me. I’d rather imagine what I wasn’t seeing instead of getting a face full of it. “Hey.” She gave me a smile before she locked the door.
“Hey, Patricia,” I said. “You look wonderful this evening.” I had to put on my professional face and be the charming guy she paid me for. In real life, I was nothing even similar to charming. I was a jackass most of the time.
“Thanks.” A slight tint came into her cheeks. “You do too.”
I extended my arm and put it around her waist. “Shall we?”
“Sure.” She walked beside me, having a difficult time in her heels.
I hated it when girls wore heels but couldn’t walk in them. Then why wear them at all? Harper wore heels often but she walked like she was wearing sandals. It was natural to her. “How was your day?” Small talk was the worst but I had to do it.
“Good,” she said. “Work was hectic.” Then she launched into a fifteen-minute account of some girl in the finance department being a bitch because she didn’t refill the paper tray for the printer. I nodded along and pretended to be interested. What was Harper doing? Maybe I could see her if the date ended early enough.
We reached the outside of the bar and she stilled in
“At least you’re doing what you love,” I said.
“Yeah.” He looked around the auditorium. “I just wish my parents would come…” Sadness fell heavily on his shoulders.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him about my last encounter with his mom and dad. All it would do is make him feel hopeless. And hopeless was exactly how I felt too. Nothing I said or did would change their mind. Even losing their son didn’t make a difference. It was terrible.
Kyle’s phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Excuse me for one moment.” He stepped away and held the phone to his ear.
Nate watched him walk away. “Please tell me he’s single.” His voice came out high-pitched and excited.
“Uh…he has a boyfriend,” I said. “They’re living together, actually.”
“Dammit.” He kicked the floor. “He’s so hot.”
“Why, thank you,” I said since my brother and I looked so much alike.
“You’re welcome,” he said with a laugh. “The good ones are always taken, I swear.”
I immediately thought of Harper. How she was single was beyond my understanding. She could find Mr. Right easily because every guy would do what she wanted to be Mr. Right.
“Well, I should get back,” Nate said. “Thank you for coming.”
“Of course.”
“And tell Kyle I said bye,” he said. “And…let me know if it doesn’t work out with his boyfriend.”
I chuckled. “Will do.”
Nate quickly hugged me. “I really appreciate your support. You have no idea what it means to me.” He suddenly got emotional, his eyes coating with tears.
“You’re my friend,” I said. “And that’s what friends do.”
***
I had a new client, a girl name Patricia. From our coffee meeting I gathered that her boyfriend dumped her but he was still a mutual friend. Every time they went out, he was there. She wanted to make him jealous or prove that she was over him, and she wanted to prove that to all her friends too.
That’s where I came in.
She was nice enough, and there wasn’t anything about her that particularly annoyed me, but I wasn’t looking forward to escorting her. I noticed that whenever I wasn’t with Harper, that’s where I wanted to be. She was usually on my mind, in some physical and lustful way. And I missed her friendship too. She was the coolest person I knew
I arrived at Patricia’s door wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I wore an expensive watch to show her friends I had money since I couldn’t wear a suit or anything. They were going out to a bar tonight so I had to wear casual attire.
She opened the door wearing a dress that was so short her ass practically hung out. She could wear whatever she wanted to wear, but I preferred women with a little more class. It was sexier to me. I’d rather imagine what I wasn’t seeing instead of getting a face full of it. “Hey.” She gave me a smile before she locked the door.
“Hey, Patricia,” I said. “You look wonderful this evening.” I had to put on my professional face and be the charming guy she paid me for. In real life, I was nothing even similar to charming. I was a jackass most of the time.
“Thanks.” A slight tint came into her cheeks. “You do too.”
I extended my arm and put it around her waist. “Shall we?”
“Sure.” She walked beside me, having a difficult time in her heels.
I hated it when girls wore heels but couldn’t walk in them. Then why wear them at all? Harper wore heels often but she walked like she was wearing sandals. It was natural to her. “How was your day?” Small talk was the worst but I had to do it.
“Good,” she said. “Work was hectic.” Then she launched into a fifteen-minute account of some girl in the finance department being a bitch because she didn’t refill the paper tray for the printer. I nodded along and pretended to be interested. What was Harper doing? Maybe I could see her if the date ended early enough.
We reached the outside of the bar and she stilled in
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