“Sorry.” I clear my throat, dropping my gaze from his as I slide off my stool. “I need to get that.”

“Sure.”

Walking to where my phone is plugged in on the counter, I pick it up and slide my finger across the screen when I see it’s Molly.

“Hey.”

“Hey, I’m pulling up with pizza and ice cream,” she says, and I smile.

Of course, she would decide to surprise me with two of my favorite foods after I called her this afternoon, crying because my conversation with Dayton hadn’t gone as planned. No, I didn’t expect him to be excited, but I certainly hadn’t thought he’d be telling me what he had.

“Okay, give me a second, and I’ll let you in.” I hang up and look at Dayton, who has followed me to the edge of the kitchen. “Sorry, my friend Molly is here.”

“That’s all right,” he says, taking out his phone. “Give me your number, and I’ll send you a text so you can get a hold of me if you need anything.”

“Sure.” I quickly give him my cell number, and a second later, my phone beeps with a message from him.

“Got it.” I set down my phone, then walk to the door, opening it, and then look up at him. “I’m glad you stopped by.”

“Yeah, me too,” he says quietly, wrapping his hand around the side of my neck before leaning down to touch his lips to my forehead. “I’m right upstairs if you need me.”

Oh, how quickly I’d forgotten that we live in the same building.

“Night, Franny.”

“Night, Dayton.”

I watch him walk out the door and bite my lip. Although that interaction with him went way better than the one earlier today, I can’t help but feel like things just got a whole lot more complicated.

* * *

Sliding into a parking spot near the entrance of the golf club, I put my car in park, quickly grab my bag from the passenger seat, and start digging through it. Finding a pack of chewing gum, I pop a piece in my mouth, hoping the peppermint will distract me from the nausea and the headache I’ve had since I woke up this morning. I don’t know if it will work, but anything is better than feeling like I’m hungover when I most definitely am not. Especially when I have to show up at an event for my dad because Jacob called me this morning—actually hungover—and begged me to take his spot at a golf fundraiser.