17
Jordan
My phone buzzed noisily in my pocket.
“Excuse me for a minute,” I said.
I stepped away from Sophia as she lingered over the cellar barrels. She waved me off, unperturbed by the interruption.
A text waited for me from Annie. I gritted my teeth. I couldn’t decide if this was going to be good or bad. With Annie, I could never tell anymore. Especially after how she’d left it at the bar.
I’d been drunk enough not to remember the rest of the night, but I had crystal-clear images of Annie telling me it was this or nothing. When we’d started, I’d thought, What’s the harm? Annie and I fit, and it was better than being at each other’s throats. I hadn’t thought that it would be anything more than that. Hadn’t thought I’d want anything more.
And now…I was uncertain.
And she didn’t ca
