“Yeah.”
“You filled me in on the ride home,” she explained. “Then spent a good hour trying to reason out what you were going to do.” She reached over and grabbed a wrinkled sheet of paper from the coffee table. “Here’s the pro’s and con’s list you made last night, in case you need reminding.” She held it up. The scribbles of a mad woman glared back at me from the paper.
“I’m never drinking again.” Bits and pieces of my conversation with Georgia the night before trickled into my brain as I grabbed the paper from her hand.
“This is your handwriting,” I pointed out the line that read: BEAU IS NOT YOUR SOULMATE.
“It is,” she confessed. “Just pointing out the obvious.”
“And you think Reid is? What makes you think so?”
“I see the way you look at each other,” she began. “I’ve been around for the duration, remember?” She had seen my ups and downs with Reid, so I had to give her some credibility. “He gets you. You get him. You laugh at the same stupid jokes. You have the same interests. I saw how excited you were to be at the track.”
“We have the same interests,” I argued. “Does that make us soulmates, too?”
“Of course. Soul sisters.” She laughed. “But seriously, Nora, he told me the other night that you were “it” for him. That he’s known since you were kids. I think you feel the same way.”
“I think I do, too.” I sighed. “What if he hurts me again, G? What if I follow my heart and it just leads me right back to being depressed and numb?”
“There’s a chance that that could happen,” she said. “But, there’s an even bigger chance that if you don’t at least try, you’re going to spend the rest of your life feeling the exact same way.” She was right. I’d been telling myself that I wasn’t miserable without him, that I had a good life, but the truth was, the last time I truly remembered being happy was with him.
“I’m supposed to be the big sister,” I told Georgia. “Why are you so much smarter than me?”
She shrugged. “Not smarter, just well versed in the Nora/Reid saga.”
“He probably doesn’t even want to see me again.”
“Yeah, I doubt that,” she said, pulling her phone from the pocket of her sweats. “He’s texted me like thirty times making sure you were okay.”
I smiled. “I think I should go see him.”
“I think you should shower first,” she pointed out.
“Good idea,” I agreed. “Hey G,” I asked, before I headed down the hallway. She looked over at me from the sofa. “You think Jamie was your soulmate?”
“Maybe,” she answered. The sadness that came along with the mention of Jamie’s name was there, but there was something else. Hope. “But, there might be another one out there somewhere.”
“I think there is,” I told her. “You’re too fantastic for there not to be.”
The guilt I felt for making her think all I wanted from her was to hook up in a back alley behind a bar was eating its way through my stomach lining. Since I’d left her at the bar last night, all I could do was blame myself for her behavior. If I hadn’t kissed her at the party, she wouldn’t have felt the need to get wasted and throw herself at me.
Maybe I should just leave her alone.