4
The sharp bite of cold against my face was a welcome relief after the warmth of the bar. Having Rowan walk me home…the jury was still out on that one.
“Are you okay?” Rowan asked as we turned north.
I nodded and buried my chin in my scarf. “Great.”
He snorted like he knew the single word was sarcasm. Maybe he did. “You were on your own tonight?”
I shook my head. “No. My friend was there. She set up a date with someone from the app, too.”
“The friend who completed your profile?”
“Yeah. She said I need to get out there more.”
“Bad breakup?” he asked.
I breathed a mirthless laugh. “Something like that.”
“What’s the worst excuse you’ve ever heard for ending a relationship?” He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at me expectantly. He raised one dark eyebrow and speared me wi
