“I still say you should go talk to someone,” she replies, but I just keep talking. Not one of them made me yearn for something more … something permanent. “I still have scars from it, and it affects my dating life to this day.” Every guy I’ve dated I’ve compared to Mason because not one of them made me feel the way he did. I didn’t know what I’d done wrong, I couldn’t apologize for something. “You remember how he affected me,” I reply and take a long sip of wine. She pours us each a glass and we sit on stools at the breakfast bar. I follow her into my kitchen where she finds a bottle of sweet white already open in the fridge. Mallory watches me for a moment and then stands up. “So, he came by to tell me that, and of course to ask me to go.” She was really nice, and I liked her, but once a guy dumps you, you pretty much sever ties with his family.” “So, were you friends with her after you and Mason stopped seeing each other?” “No, his aunt, who was a bit eccentric, made a stipulation that he has to take me to the reading of the will with him, or else her estate will be donated to the city.” “His favorite aunt died last week, and he’s the only heir. Mal’s eyes widen and she tosses another pair of sandals on her pile, then gives me her full attention.
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