Ryan chuckled. “Been a while since you drank?”
“I have the occasional glass of merlot, but other than that . . . it’s been ages.” She grinned and took another sip. “So, are you here for a date too?”
“Yeah. Apparently, everyone in my life thinks I need a girlfriend. My last relationship, well, it wasn’t toxic, but the breakup was hell. We were engaged, and I thought everything was good, then one day we both looked at each other and realized that the spark was gone and there was no love beneath it to sustain us. We’d been together for three years. Our lives, our property, even our money was so deeply entangled it took forever to separate everything, and that just made it all so much harder because we had to keep speaking to each other, keep seeing each other while we divided everything.”
