I waited another day before touching base with Alex via text. I asked if we could meet at his place that evening, and he agreed. I went to his apartment around six, and when I got there, he was in full interrogation mode.
“Where were you the other night? I tried calling but kept getting your voice mail.”
“I was out.”
“All night?” When I didn’t answer, he frowned. “Scott, what’s up?”
“You tell me, Alex.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Are you engaged?”
Shock flashed across Alex’s face before he regained control and let out a short laugh. “Engaged? What are you talking about?”
“Dennis told my mother that you and Chloe are engaged. Is that true?”
I expected him to dismiss the rumor with a simple “no,” but what I got instead was a lot of stammering. “We’re not—I mean—it’s not what y
