“That’s a shame.”
“It’s a living.”
“Yeah, I get that, but New Years is special.”
I snorted, thinking this guy couldn’t be serious. “If you’re going to lecture me about resolutions, I can tell you that I’d fail them if they were on January 1 or July 1. It just doesn’t matter to me. I don’t do resolutions.”
“Fair enough. Neither do I.”
“Then why care so much?” I was dressed now and feeling a lot warmer—and a lot happier—than I’d been feeling in a long time.
He shrugged, but I nudged him again. “Come on. You may as well tell me. I bet I’ve seen and heard far worse already today.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.” I ended up telling him about the ER, smoking when that guy came in who looked so much like Morgan. About almost falling six times when I got to my apartment, and the last time I did and cu
