Chapter Ten
Gray
I woke up face down on the couch, my phone buzzing on the coffee table in front of me. I turned over and yawned, the last wisps of a dream I couldn’t recall evaporating away. Someone had sent me a text, and my heart skipped a beat when I realized it might be Rémy. When I saw who the message was from, I nearly flung the phone across the room.
My ex-boyfriend, Ricardo.
Since it was a little after nine Saturday morning, I was reasonably sure he wasn’t drunk texting. We’d broken up three years ago, and about every six months he’d call or text while bombed out of his mind. It was always the same thing. He missed me, wished things had gone differently, and would I be interested in hanging out sometime soon?
The first couple of times I went along with it, swept up in a tide
