Page 39 of One More Chance

“Oh, little brother. What a pickle.”

“Anyway. How’s your man stuff going? What’s his name again?”

“His name is Alan,” she says. “And he’s been really nice. We’ve been texting. He called me. He’s sent a few pictures.”

“No red flags so far?” I ask, skeptical considering her history.

She shakes her head. “Not that I can detect.”

“Good, I’m glad.” I sigh, and she leans her head against me. I flop my head over on top of hers. We certainly make a pair.

I head back to the cabin after that, deciding to focus my efforts on learning the song I need to instead of wallowing. I can do that. I can channel my energy into something more productive. No problem. It’s basically what I’ve been doing my entire life.

I scruff my feet against the dirt and rocks, stuffing my hands into my pockets. Maybe I should leave well enough alone. Let her go on her dates with her normal guys—safe guys. Let her do whatever she thinks she needs. She knows best.

I leave in a week, anyway. Onto the next city, the next adventure. Alone. Always alone. Is it too much to want a partner for my adventures?

No. The answer is no.