I gotta get back to work. Jessica loved it. “It’s just—”
“How long?” I asked. I developed a pretty good life here. I don’t give a fuck!”
“Marcus!” She called after me. Did you meet him before our last visit? “Have you been dating someone for the past month while we’ve been in a relationship?”
“We’re not technically dating.”
That was enough of a yes for me. I’d been good to her. You’re single in a city with the largest population of hot, unattached women in the US. The concept made me feel small. “Man,” Dillon finally said, “that sucks. A childhood, two more half-siblings, and a college education later, I found myself in New York working as a financial analyst for a firm. “Okay,” I finally said, “but you know I’m here if you need anything.”
“Of course,” she said. My mom loved me, and after I was born, she finished school, leaning on her parents to help raise me since she stayed busy trying to build a life for us.
