She had The Notebook on pause on the TV and a half-empty box of tissues on the coffee table. “Dell?” He narrowed his eyes. “What’s the matter?” “Nothing.” He pushed past her and entered her place. “Well, come right on in,” she murmured. He turned back to face her. “I thought you’d come over for some gym time but you didn’t show. And you’ve been crying.” “I’m watching The Notebook.” He looked confused so she filled him in. “A go-to sob movie.” “Why would you have a go-to sob movie?” Clearly the man had never felt the need to just cry. “Never mind. And I didn’t come over because I thought you’d be with Kalie.” He looked even more confused than before. “Who?” “Kalie, Cara . . . whatever her face, from the bakery earlier.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and studied his shoes for a long moment but apparently no wisdom was forthcoming on how to deal with Crazy Females. “I’m not sleeping with Melinda.” “You’ve said.” “And I’m certainly not sleeping with Karen.
