Thirty-Five
Trixie
I’d texted Wes to make sure it was okay I came over. He’d said, yes, but once I was waiting outside his apartment, I was a bundle of nerves.
We hadn’t parted on the best of terms, and that wasn’t even the first time he’d faced the brunt of my anger.
What if, after having a few days to think about it, Wes decided I wasn’t worth the effort?
What if my mood swings were too much and he wanted a sweet, perpetually happy girl to spend his days and nights with?
What if I’d taken too long?
“Stop standing out here talking to yourself, Beatrice,” I muttered.
I always called myself Beatrice when I talked to myself.
“Everything okay?”
I looked up, startled, to see Brody grinning down at me, a grocery bag in one hand and his keys in the other.
“Uh, yeah, I was just about t
