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“M-my brother, actually”

“Everything all right?” he asked

Nothing was all right It hadn’t been for a long tier I was too upset about Garrett to sort through why Vaughn had called at this particular time

“N-no,” I whispered “Maybe we could talk another time”

Whatever the instant connection I had felt to him was, it had unraveled over a week of silence It couldn’t have meant the same to him as it did to me or I would have heard from him I knew that much about men

“Are you home?” he asked

“Yes”

“Stay where you are You don’t sound very good I’ over” His voice was confident and firm

“You don’t have to do that I’ll be fine” I tried to sound stronger than anything that was a reality

“I do I wanted to talk to you, anyway Tell you where I’ve been all week I’ll be there in a few minutes Ok?”

I nodded “Ok”

Vaughn hung up and I wondered what had prompted the call What prompted me to let him back in? We had no ties No co was a clear sign I hadn’t even mentioned him to Greer We had one date A second date orth dissecting, but no call after a first date was not

I had a history A history of going for the wrong guy

The unavailable and emotionally removed were my type And no matter how many therapy sessions I attended, or journals I scribbled in, the type didn’t change

I swore under ain I’d assess the red flags fro and if they were there, I’d end it Sohn I had made that decision