I shrugged. “I don’t know. Just some guy. He came into the bar right as I was leaving.”

“What was his name?” she asked. “Maybe I know him.”

I threw the covers off and got out of bed. “I doubt it. He said he literally just got into town.”

Mattie’s face wrinkled. “You made out with some random guy? A stranger? That’s not like you at all.”

“That was kind of the point,” I said, rifling through the top drawer and pulling out a fresh T-shirt. I was the type of person who had to immediately unpack their suitcase upon arrival at a destination. It didn’t matter how short or long the trip was. I couldn’t stand living out of a messy suitcase.

“Was he cute?” Mattie sounded both impressed and disturbed at the same time.

“Obviously.” I pulled the T-shirt on before throwing on a pair of sweats over the tiny shorts I typically slept in. The rat’s nest on top of my head would have to wait until after breakfast. The pounding in my brain had nearly subsided, but it now demanded coffee in order to go away completely.

“What did he look like? Do you like him?”

“Mattie.” I looked at my sister exasperatedly. “I don’t even know him. We flirted for like two seconds before he started being kind of rude. He tried to call me out for being uptight or something.” I stretched overhead before rubbing my eyes. “But he had a cute face and I was little tipsy. End of story. He seemed like some sort of drifter or something. Not even close to my type.”

“What is your type again?” Mattie asked, tapping her chin. “Neurotic douchebag who would sell your soul for a promotion at work?”

I snorted and threw a pillow at my sister’s face. She caught it easily.

“That was one guy,” I said, holding up a finger.

She was referring to the coworker I had slept with ages ago. She’d met him while visiting me for a long weekend. We’d all gone out on a Friday night and he’d talked her ear off about how indispensable he was to our company. We hadn’t lasted much longer after that. It was hard not to be grossed out by him after seeing him through the unforgiving lens of my sister.

“It’s all I have to go off of.” She winced as if remembering how physically painful her interaction with that guy had been.

“My last boyfriend was nice. You would have liked him,” I said, remembering Thomas. He was a sweetheart, but not very career driven. It had worked for a bit, but he’d gotten fed up with my schedule.

“Too bad you only dated for like two months, and I never got the chance to meet him.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek. “It was three.”

“Whatever. Same difference.”

“I need coffee if we’re going to discuss my love life this early in the morning.” I threw open the door to the guest bedroom and walked out into the finished basement. Mattie had moved into Giles’s house when they started dating. It was this quaint little bungalow. The bedrooms were all upstairs, but he’d finished the basement off years ago to add a guest bedroom, bathroom, and a small sitting area. It was honestly perfect. I could stay here for a bit and not be right on top of my sister due to the two floors of separation.