Chapter Twenty
Allison
Iwalk into my apartment and completely freak out. What are the odds that I work with a celebrity personal trainer and so is Oliver’s brother? I know their names are different but I’m slightly freaking out. I decide to call Grant and see if he knows this Ty guy. He doesn’t answer. I’m not exactly sure what I want to say anyway, so it’s best to wait until I can speak to him in person or over the phone or maybe actually in person. My mind is spinning. I need Morgan.
“Hey Hooker, what’s up?”
“I’m not a hooker, I’m a girlfriend. I don’t sleep with more than one guy, why do you always call me that?”
“Whoa, we’ve always joked about that, what’s going on?”
“Well, I’m having a slight crisis.” I plop on my couch and draw my knees up to my chest.
“I’m sorry, please go on.”
“Guess who’s moving into Mrs. G’s apartment?” I say, slightly freaking out.
“No way. Oliver is going to live across the hall from you?” Morgan ventures.
“Worse, his brother.” I hug my legs.
“How exactly is that worse, you don’t even know him?”
“I might.”
“What? How?”
“I think it might be Grant.” I drop my feet to the floor and start pacing.
“Your phone crush? The one you thought you could never have because he lives in California?”
“Yes, that Grant.”
“Is his name Grant?”
“No, it’s Ty. But Morgan, he lives in California and trains celebrities. How many could there be?” I chew on my thumbnail.
“Lots! Do you think there is only one trainer in all of California for celebrities? I think you might just be stirring a pot of something that doesn’t need to be stirred.”
“You think?”
“Yes, clearly his brother isn’t Grant. Grant hasn’t said anything to you about moving here. There are tons of people in California, it’s a big state. Even if he were from LA, the odds would have to be super low. His brother could be anyone. And besides, if it were him, why would it matter?”
“Oh, I don’t know because I’ve had unprofessional banter with him and he knows stuff about me that Oliver doesn’t know yet, and I’ve always crushed on him. And he might have mentioned he’s coming to New York soon and wants to take me to dinner.”
“Would you leave Oliver for him?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You don’t think?”
“Oliver and I had an incredible date last night. I cooked—”
“You cooked? Why are we even having this conversation? You never cook. For anyone. This is serious.”
“I know. I almost asked him to stay the night. I called him my boyfriend this morning!”
“So, why would you be worried about his brother moving in? It sounds like a non-issue to me.”
“BECAUSE I’ve had a crush on this guy for years and you know how you always wonder if you’re meant to be. What if I rushed things with Oliver? What if I’m actually meant to be with Grant!” I shake my arm in the air with each question.
“I seriously think you need to get your head on straight. Oliver is a great guy. Don’t mess this up for some lofty dream. And I’m pretty sure this isn’t the same guy. You need to chill.”
“You’re right. And he’s coming to give me a massage tonight.”
“Explain to me again how this is at all fair? Daveed, Oliver, Grant.”
I giggle. “It’s not. Thank you for talking me off the ledge.” I sit back down on the couch and take a deep breath.
“That’s what I’m here for. Now you wanna throw one of the other two my way?”
“Morgan!”
“What? You said Daveed was packing. I would not have turned that down.”
“You’re terrible.”
“You’re worse. Go enjoy this amazing night your boyfriend has planned for you, and stop worrying about something that isn’t even an issue. When’s Grant coming anyway?”
“In a week or so depending on his schedule.”
“You’ll have to let me know when he gets here so I can call dibs. If he’s half as cute as Oliver, I’m in.”
“I definitely will. You know I’ve got your back. But now I’ve got to go get ready to get naked.”
“Ugh, I hate you so much. Which bar did we find Daveed in?”
“I’m not telling because you need to find someone better. And, I love you too.”
I hang up and feel better. I sound like a boy-crazy teenager. I have a great guy who wants to spoil me, so why am I having thoughts about another guy I haven’t met before? I’m not. Not anymore. I’m one hundred percent committed to my new boyfriend, and now I must scrub, buff, and polish for this evening’s events.