Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Griffin
I’m staring at my laptop screen, Logan’s face filling the frame as he leans back in his chair.
“She got weepy?” he asks, clearly shocked someone would ever cry around me.
“Yeah.”
“And wiped her nose on you?”
I roll my eyes. “I wouldn’t put it like that.”
“On your custom-made camel hair coat?”
“What’s your point, Logan?”
“Oh, no point.” He grins.
I sigh. I can’t deal with my brother when he gets like this, trying to eke an emotion out of me.
“All I was saying was I blew it. I nearly kissed her.”
“She’ll get over it.”
“Helpful as always.”
Logan says, “That’s not how I mean it. She’s probably just as confused as you are.”
“What about the fact that her husband died?”
“If it was last year or even five years ago, I’d say you went too far, but from what you’ve said, she was twenty-eight, which means it was two decades ago. Maybe she’s ready for another relationship.”
“Who said anything about a relationship?”
“Listen, Griff, I know these things are tough for you, but if there’s even a chance that this woman could mean something, you need to test the waters. You’ve been alone too long, and you’re getting stodgy, you know, cranky. Ever since the divorce, which is ancient history. Let someone in, bro.”
I hear a phone ringing in the background. Saved by the bell, he says. “Catch ya later.”
I click the end button, realizing we never even spoke about the sale of Oopsie Daisies.