She didn’t know why she hadn’t just crumpled it up and thrown it away the minute she’d walked out his door, but despite all of the shit hitting the fan this morning, she couldn’t shake to image of Dean’s dark eyes watching her with understanding. It had been so tempting to unburden her problems on him, a virtual stranger, but it wouldn’t have been fair to saddle him with all of her drama. “He gave you his number?” Tracy asked. Violet stared down at the yellow sticky note with a sad smile. “He told me to call him.” “Like for another booty romp or . . . ” Violet sighed heavily, leaning her head back against the headrest. Frustration coursed through her at the ridiculous question. “Does it matter? I’m not going to do it. My life is way too messed up to drag some poor guy into it.” If there is no way you’re ever going to call again, then why not just get rid of it? Maybe because despite the reality that had crashed and burned all around her, she wasn’t quite ready to let go of the beautiful night they’d had.
