Blake
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.Things were starting to make a little more sense. I didn’t know why I assumed that even if Rebecca remembered me, she would know I had a sister. At four years older than me, Sydney hadn’t been in school with us.
And now, with a possible second chance at—I don’t know—reconciling something with Rebecca, I wasn’t about to screw it up by allowing her to think I was the kind of married guy who flirts with his wife’s delivery nurse.
For a relatively intelligent person, I couldn’t have been a bigger i***t.
“This is actually sort of funny,” I said, unsure if she could possibly see it that way.
From the look on her face, she hadn’t come around to my point of view yet. “I’m just . . . I don’t know what to say. I thought . . .” She shook her head, and I replayed the conversati
