“Aren’t you pissed? I’d be seething,” Rooney asks with disbelief.
“I’m better off without him,” I say.
“No, no. That I get. But that you let the bastard go without a scratch … why are you laughing?”
“What gave you that idea? That he went scratch free?” I couldn’t help it, I laugh some more.
“Okay, I’m officially lost,” Rooney complains.
“So it occurred to me last night that my tears should be reserved for more important things – ”
“Supernatural for one, though I’m stuck at season six now. Anyway, look at it like this, she did me a favour.”
Rooney’s eyes lit up, understanding. “And who’s to say he won’t bail on the cougar?”
“Exactly. He’s weak and obviously strays easy, that’s punishment enough. Besides, I deserve better,” I tell her.
“What’s with the scratch thing?”
“Ah, yeah … you know how he’s indecently possessive over his vinyl collection?”
She gasps. “You didn’t!”
“In a gift basket, you know with the flowers? I let Liam write the card.”
Rooney gives me that dirty look. “Are you going to make me ask?”
“It says Blessed without you, you slimy bloated leach, ” I smile.
Rooney collapses in a fit but sobers. “Wait, did you use James’s new flower shop?”
“You’re literally his first customer and your purposes were clearly anti-romantic.”
I shrug. “I told him I’d write a good review on Yelp.”