I was still floating a bit two days later. I hadn’t heard from Monroe, but since we hadn’t exchanged numbers, I wasn’t surprised. Though I was definitely kicking myself for that now. I’d have loved to reach out, to talk to him, to find out if the magic between us had been a fluke. A byproduct of the outpouring of love from Lincoln and James. I didn’t think so. The chemistry between us had sure felt real enough. But sometimes things looked different in the light of day.
I even considered calling Lincoln—I had his number on his order form—and asking for Monroe’s. But that felt like a breach of professionalism I couldn’t bring myself to cross. So instead, I just daydreamed, remembering our time together, and hoped I’d find a reasonable excuse to reach out.
Zoe and Lenore were just about to
