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She smiles at him. “Nice to meet you.”
He doesn’t even look at the poor woman and just says, “Yeah.”
I in turn offer her a shrug and a sympathetic smile, then turn to Karen. “Where’s Landon?”
Her eyes flicker to Hardin, then to me, before she answers, “He’s upstairs . . . He hasn’t been feeling well,” she says. My stomach turns; there’s something going on with my best friend, I know it.
“I’m going upstairs.” Hardin turns to leave.
“Wait, I’ll go,” I offer. If something is going on with Landon, the last thing he needs is Hardin taunting him.
“No.” Hardin shakes his head. “I’ll go. Have some syrup cakes or whatever,” he grumbles and takes two stairs at a time, giving me no chance to argue.
Karen and Sophia watch him go. “Hardin is Ken’s son,” Karen says. Despite his poor attitude today, she still smiles proudly at the mention of his name.
Sophia nods in understanding. “He’s lovely,” she lies, and the three of us burst into laughter.
Chapter one hundred and twenty-six
HARDIN
Fortunately for both of us, Landon’s not rubbing one out when I push his bedroom door open. Predictably, he’s seated in the recliner against the wall with a textbook on his lap.
“What are you doing in here?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
“You knew we were coming.” I take the liberty of sitting on the edge of his bed.
“I meant in my room,” he clarifies.
I choose not to answer that; actually, I don’t know why I’m in his room. I sure as hell didn’t want to stay downstairs with three women obsessing over one another.
“You look like shit,” I tell him.
“Thanks.” He looks back down at the textbook.
“What’s wrong with you? Why are you up here moping around?” I look around his normally tidy room to find it sort of messy—clean by my standards, but not by his and Tessa’s.
“I’m not moping.”
“If something’s wrong, tell me. I’m really good at, like, caring,” I say, hoping humor might help somehow.
He slams the book shut and stares at me. “Why would I tell you anything? So you can laugh at me?”
“No. I wouldn’t,” I say. I probably would. I had actually been planning on him telling me some stupid shit about getting a bad grade so I could take my frustrations out on him, but now that he’s here, in front of me, looking all pitiful, making him miserable doesn’t appeal to me as much as it did before.
“Just tell me, maybe I can help,” I offer. I have no fucking idea why I just said that. We both know I’m shit at helping anyone. Look at what a fucking disaster last night turned out to be. Richard’s words have been eating away at me all morning.
“Help me?” Landon gapes, obviously wary of my offer.
“Oh, come on, don’t make me beat it out of you.” I lie back on his bed and examine the blades of the ceiling fan, willing it to be summer already so I could enjoy the sensation of it cooling me down.
I hear his light chuckle and the sound of the book being placed on the desk beside him. “Dakota and I have ended things,” he admits meekly.
I sit up quickly. “What?” That was the last thing I imagined would come from his mouth.
“Yeah, we’ve been trying to make it work . . .” He frowns, his eyes glossing over.
If he fucking cries, I’m out of here.
“Oh . . .” I say and look away.
“I think she’s been wanting to end it for a while.”
I glance at him again, not wanting to put too much focus on his sad features. He really is like a puppy, especially right now. I don’t like puppies, though, except this one, maybe . . . My sudden animosity toward the curly-haired girl is strong.
“Why do you think that?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I don’t know. She didn’t come right out and say that she wanted to end it . . . It’s just . . . she’s been so busy lately, and she never returns my calls. It’s like the closer it got to me coming to New York, the more distant she became.”
“She’s probably fucking someone else,” I blurt out, and he flinches.
“No! She isn’t like that,” he says, defending her.
I probably shouldn’t have said that. “Sorry.” I shrug.
“She’s not that type of girl at all,” he tells me.
Neither was Tessa, but I had her shaking and moaning my name while she was still seeing Noah . . . though I keep that fact to myself for everyone’s sake.
“Okay,” I say agreeably.
“I’ve been dating her so long that I can’t even remember what life was like before her.” His voice is quiet and so full of sadness that it makes my chest tight. It’s an odd feeling.
“I know what you mean,” I say. Life before Tessa was nothing, only sloshed memories and darkness, and that’s exactly what it would be like after her, too.
“Yeah, but at least you won’t have to find out what it would be like after.”
“What makes you so sure?” I ask, noting that I’m taking away from his breakup announcement, but I must know the answer.
“I can’t imagine anything would tear you two apart . . . nothing has so far.” Landon says it like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. Maybe it is to him; I wish it were that obvious to me.
“So what now? Are you still going to New York? You’re supposed to be leaving in what . . . two weeks?”