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“You have to talk to her. Ask her point blank what it would take for her to let you two give it a real shot.”

“She said she didn’t want to come between me and Wyatt. He and I have been friends since childhood.”

“And how long were those two together?”

“Oh, God. Years.”

“And you’re been in love with her the whole time.”

He nods.

“Damn, dude. Did she know?”

“I think she might’ve. On some level at least. We were all very good friends.”

“Why did the two of them break up?”

“He kept cheating on her.”

“Shit.” I scrunch my nose. “So Wyatt is a proper weasel, isn’t he?”

“Sometimes. He never deserved her, that’s for sure.”

“How did she find out?”

The guy hangs his head.

“You had a hand in it?”

He nods, a flash of panic in his eyes. “Please don’t tell Wyatt!”

I chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure I’ll never see Wyatt after tonight. But if you can make that girl happy, you do what’s right. Don’t let one selfish guy stand in the way of the happiness of two people.”

“So do you think I should tell Wyatt?” He’s looking at me like I’m an oracle, holding the keys to all the knowledge in the universe. If only he knew what a clueless mess I’ve been, he’d never ask me for advice. But I’m rooting for him and his girl, and I suppose that counts for something.

“Look,” I say, “I think you should make peace with the fact that Wyatt might not be your friend anymore when you tell him you love his ex. I wouldn’t do it until she’s at least agreed to go out with you. If she’s not into you, there’s no point in blowing things up.”

“I am pretty sure she’s into me.”

“How do you know?”

He looks at me askance, a bit of mischief in his expression.

“You dog! Okay, okay. So, how was it?”

His eyes bug out in shock.

“Go on,” I say. “You can tell me. We’ll never see each other again.”

He sighs. “It was fucking profound, that’s how it was.”

“Aww!” I lean back against the seat and press a hand to my chest. “That’s so romantic!”

He takes a swig of his beer and looks to the side, a small smile on his lips.

“You wanted to talk to Wyatt tonight?” I ask.

“Yeah, but then you and your friend showed up and now he thinks he’s going to score.”