Cinderella Screwed Me Over

with two cans of Sprite. “Sorry. This is all I’ve got.”

I took a can from her. “That’s okay. I don’t mind starting with the hard stuff.”

She popped the top of her soda and sat on the couch facing me. “Start with the fight.”

“Jake was thirty minutes late to dinner last night, then he spent the entire time on his phone. I sat there having dinner with myself, so I was annoyed, and when he walked me home we had this big stupid thing over it.”

“You wouldn’t be fighting if you didn’t care. I just read this article about how if you never fight, one of you isn’t speaking up. It compared a good fight to getting an oil change for your car. You have to clear the gunk out to keep the ride going smoothly.”

Steph and all her articles that had the answers to everything. If only they really did. I blew out my breath. “So how do you know the difference between an oil change and something that will ruin your car forever?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t think one bad dinner’s enough.” She took a swig of her soda. “Get to the part with Porter, and we’ll come back to Jake.”

When I told her about Porter’s visit to my office, Stephanie slammed her soda can on the coffee table with a clink and shook her head. “That’s so Porter. To just show up, make a grand gesture, and think he can get his way.” When I didn’t say anything, her eyes widened. “You’re not seriously thinking of… Darby, no.” She put her hand on my knee. “I know you loved Porter, and that since you two only broke up because he moved, you never really got closure. But he didn’t offer to visit back and forth. He never even called after he moved. He blew his chance. I think you should work things out with Jake.”

I slumped back against her couch. “Honestly, after I took Jake to the ranch, I decided I wanted to do the relationship thing with him. Then I found out he’s thinking about opening a restaurant in Salt Lake. He’ll be gone for months.” Saying it aloud sent a sharp pang through my chest.

“Maybe he won’t go if you tell him how much you care about him.”

“I’m not going to ask him to choose me over his job,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s what he was on the phone about all last night and I could tell it’s a big deal to him. I swear, it’s like Porter all over again.” I rubbed my forehead, my eyes burning from trying to hold back tears. “Gil, too. All the good ones always move away.” I cracked open my soda and took a big gulp, enjoying the way the fizzy bubbles burned on the way down. “I don’t know what to do about anything anymore.”

Stephanie’s eyes lit up and I could practically see the lightbulb blinking on over her head. “I’ve got just the thing.” She walked over to the entertainment center and dug through her CDs. “The breakup mix we made after Gil left for school and I broke up with Paul.”

Music I hadn’t heard in years blasted through the room. It didn’t take long for Steph and me to belt out the lyrics to “Don’t Speak” along with No Doubt.

“‘Good Riddance’ by Green Day is coming up next,” Steph said over the music.

“And how exactly is listening to this old music supposed to help?”

Steph shrugged. “We sit back and wait for inspiration to hit.”

Each song produced a sea of memories—some good, some bad. Old relationships, days in the apartment with Steph, hours spent cramming for school. I leaned against Stephanie’s shoulder. “Sometimes I wish we could go back to those college years when you and I lived in that tiny apartment with so few responsibilities. Then I remember Allen, Boone, Evan—you and your string of bad boyfriends. The studying, eating nothing but ramen, and our crappy, run-down apartment, and I think where I’m at isn’t so bad.”

“We’ve done pretty well for ourselves,” Steph said. “And I’m getting married to an amazing man in a little more than a week.”

“You’re going to be the best, most beautiful bride. I’m happy for you, Steph. I know I don’t say it enough.”

A huge smile spread across her face. “Thanks. That means a lot to me.” She leaned her head onto mine. We sat there like that, listening as The Verve’s “Bitter Sweet Symphony” replaced Christina Aguilera.

When the last track on the CD ended, Stephanie sat up and twisted to face me. “Promise me you’ll at least talk to Jake. He deserves a face-to-face conversation.”

“And what am I supposed to say to him?”

“Hello’s always a good place to start.”

Chapter Thirty-one

I should’ve gone back to the office—I had more than enough work to do—but I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know where Jake and I stood. I’d gotten in the habit of spouting off reasons to not be together, and now I needed to switch gears and have a real discussion about staying together and whether that was even an option.

The fading rays of sunlight peeked between the buildings, striping the sidewalk in front of me. Even with the sun setting, the heat of the day remained. Walking only made me hotter. And sweatier, which wasn’t exactly the look I’d been hoping for.

Blue’s navy awning came into view, sending a panicky feeling through my chest. I wish I could just fast forward to later when this part is over and I already know how it went.

Still, underneath those nerves was a glimmer of hope. After our swim, Jake had talked about good things taking work and a little risk, and it’d never felt truer than now. The fact that he might leave for several months scared me, but there had to be a way to make it work. That was as optimistic as I got, and it felt scary and awesome at the same time.

My heart picked up speed as I pulled open the door to Blue. Several people stood in the lobby, waiting to be seated. Looking down the walkway gave me a good view of the main dining area. The place was busy but not packed. Butterflies filled my stomach when I saw Jake at a table near the back—even after our fight last night, all I wanted was to be in his arms again.

I can do this, I thought, taking long strides toward him, ready to spill my heart out and ask him to take me despite my issues.

Then I noticed he wasn’t alone.

The woman seated across from him had strawberry-blond hair, and they seemed to be having an intense conversation. Okay, don’t jump to any conclusions. Maybe it’s his sister. In the movies, it’s always the sister.

Then I remembered his sister had dark hair.

Maybe she dyed her hair. Or it’s a cousin.

Or just someone who comes into the restaurant all the time. It’s okay for him to have female friends.

But then he looked up at me and this guilty expression crossed his face.

He held up a finger to the woman and then stood, placing himself between her and me. “Hey. I thought you had to work late.”

I answered on autopilot, a creeping sense of foreboding rising in me. “I needed to take care of a few other things, so I took off early. So…what’re you doing?” I gave a pointed look to the blonde sitting there, poorly concealing the fact that she was staring at us.

“Darby…it’s not… I meant to tell you—”

I turned, throwing a hand up. This couldn’t be happening.

He caught my arm, and I whipped around. “Who is she?” My breaths were coming too fast, my pulse pounded through my head, and the room started to spin. The past few days had been a roller coaster. I always puke after roller coasters, and I felt like puking now. How could he be one of the bad ones?

“She’s my ex…fiancee.”

The words stabbed me in the chest, every syllable radiating pain. I tried to jerk away, but he kept hold of my arm. “Look, I can explain. Just come to my office so we don’t have to do this in front of everyone in the entire restaurant.”

Tears formed in my eyes, threatening to break free. “It’s my fault. I played with fire and I got burned.” I