Megan’s roommate, Matt—and his bag of chips—landed next to her on the sofa while she checked her texts for the third time. In twenty minutes. Typical Matt; diss her boyfriend then watch basketball. Typical Doug; no message. She crossed her arms. She’d had such hopes. Doug had said he’d be here. That nothing would keep him from taking her out tonight of all nights. They’d been dating for three years and the pregnancy scare two months ago had her thinking about their relationship. Surely Doug was, too? After all, it was Valentine’s Day. “I ordered Chinese.” Matt tipped the chips toward her. “Thanks.” Barbecue. Her favorite. And Chinese—her favorite comfort food. She hated that Matt knew this would happen. He’d always said Doug wasn’t the man for her. Always said it. But seriously…that from Mr. Playboy? The authority on relationships? He’d had so many girlfriends he’d stopped bringing them home for—what, two years now? Megan munched the chip. Had it been that long?
