This has to be at least their ninth time doing this, in the past three months alone. The whole search for who’ll last Justin more than three weeks (read as: who’ll put up with Justin for more than an hour) began years ago, when Evelynn realized she’d potentially loose her husband to his perpetual bachelor of a best friend.
Justin wasn’t a bad guy on paper. He had a nice relatively clean apartment, a stable job, and he wasn’t too hard on the eyes either. Yet what he lacked was commitment, growing bored of things fairly quickly and wanting to move on to something new. He knew it was shitty; getting bored of your girlfriend after months or more often weeks, in his case. But the day always came where he’d roll over, wake up, and call it quits.
It wasn’t like he didn’t envy what Jamie and Evelynn had, there was always a small part of him that liked the idea of getting married and going down that preconceived all American path. Yet every time he’d look up from a menu on a dinner date or watch as she ordered a drink from a bartender, he could never see a future with her and knew exactly when he’d wake up and have to make that phone call.
“Hi Anna, you’re absolutely wonderful, I just don’t see it working between us.”
So as he checks his watch for the third time in the last 15 minutes and takes another sip of red wine, he looks for where he can make his great escape. Although Evelynn does this out of the lack of kindness in her heart, every time they sit across from one another it becomes a tennis match of passive aggressive remarks and they’re both playing for olympic gold.
He resists the urge to roll his eyes when he notices her enter and opts instead to knock back the last of his drink so he’ll have enough time to come up with his serve. As he places his glass back on to the white table cloth, he licks what’s left of his wine off his lips. “Glad you could show up to the dinner you made the reservation for, how’ve you been?”
Evelynn had never expected things to take this long, or require this much effort. She’d vastly underestimated just how insufferable Justin could be, when he wanted--because at this point, there was no way he was actually trying to make these relationships work. He didn’t care enough about the women Evelynn had sent his way. But instead of throwing her hands up and throwing in the towel, Evelynn simply decided to find a woman that would make him care. Justin Calhoun was lucky she liked challenges.
She saw him from across the room, looking ready to dart any second now. Evelynn wasn’t going to give him the chance. Shrugging out of her coat, the blonde settled into her chair and ignored his comment. Instead, she offered a sweet smile and a greeting. “Hello Justin.”
Silverware and glasses of water had already been laid out for them, and Evelynn grabbed the latter. She took a long sip of water before setting it down to answer his question. “Funny you should ask, actually.”
“The attorney I’ve been dealing with for a new case has been grinding my nerves to dust. She’s selfish and loud and has absolutely no filter, which makes it all the more irritating when she manages to make a move in the courtroom I hadn’t thought of.” That was the closest to a compliment Evelynn was ever going to shell out for Freddie Reyes.
She took a breath, smiling up at Justin mischievously. “You obviously have no interest in Plain Janes, so why beat that horse any longer.” And Freddie was anything but a Plain Jane. She was part fratboy, part vixen, and a whole pain in the ass.
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