“What about you, Garrett? When do you think you’ll finally settle down?”
She can’t be serious. Settle down? Me? I nearly choke on my words. “Let me say this in a way that you’ll completely understand. Never. Ever.”
“I don’t believe you. Beneath that womanizer exterior is a soft and tender heart. I’m convinced of it.”
“Fuck that.” I finish my beer and wave my hand for another.
“What are you so afraid of?” she asks. “Have you ever been in a long-term relationship?”
I have to think about it for a second. “Nope.”
“What about the sister of that girl on tour?” she asks.
“Her? No way. We were just regular fuck buddies.”
She huffs and sips her wine. “I have faith, Garrett. You’ll stumble into love one day and you won’t even realize what’s happening to you. I predict love will find you at a time and place when you least expect it.” She waves her hand in the air as if she just cast a spell on me or something.
“Whatever.”
She looks down at her phone and swipes through some messages. “Who are you expecting to hear from at this hour? Tristan’s passed out cold right now.” I look at the clock. It’s almost two in the morning, and the lobby bar is still jammed with guests from the wedding reception. The party’s still going strong.
“I’m compulsive about checking for messages from Tabby. She looks like she’s about to give birth any second. She’s bursting at the seams.”
“I’m sure you’ll be the first to know when she does go into labor.” Gross. “Besides, she’s just upstairs, so I think the entire hotel would know if it happened.”
She raises her eyebrow when she sees the expression on my face, which I can only imagine is pure disgust.
“How many children do you want?” she asks.
“Are you kidding me? I just finished telling you I’m never settling down. Why the hell would you think I’d want kids?”
She ignores my response and continues talking. “I wanted five kids. I’ve always wanted so many that my husband and I would be outnumbered. The thought of the chaos excited me. The more kids I could have, the happier I’d be.” The smile melts from her face. “But since I can’t have kids, that dream went right out the window.”
“Bummer,” I say, surprised by her admission.
She raises the wine glass to her lips again. “I wonder if I’ll ever find someone who will love me anyway. Even if he knows I can’t give him children.”
“I don’t think Tristan will care either way,” I say. I shift in my seat, uncomfortable with this entire conversation. My skin is getting itchy, and I think it’s about time I got out of here. I didn’t sign up to be Kirsten’s personal therapist, and I certainly don’t want to know anything about her ability or inability to have kids.
“You’re so sad, Garrett. I just don’t get it. What kind of family do you have that you would have such a rotten outlook on your own future?”
“My mom and stepdad are cool. My bio dad was an asshole and killed himself.”
“Oh?” she looks surprised. “I’m sorry.”
I shake my head. There’s no need to talk about this.
“Whatever. It is what it is.” I drink some more beer and pull cash from my pocket, laying it on the bar to cover the drinks.
“Goodnight.” Kirsten sighs into her wine glass.
“Hey, I don’t mean to bum you out, but you really have the wrong read on me, okay? I’m not the settling down type of guy, and I’m certainly not someone who wants a brood of kids. I like my life just the way it is.”
She smirks at me, and I’m not sure if it’s a drunk smirk or she really thinks she knows something that I don’t know.
I shrug it off and walk through the bar. I scan the room to see if the hot blonde from the wedding is still here, hoping for a warm body to bring upstairs with me. I don’t see her anywhere, and the remaining prospects here aren’t my type. Oh well.