The very best place to drown your sorrows is the Springside Pancake House. I get a booth to myself, in Belinda’s section, and she doesn’t even bother to take my order. She knows.
All-you-can-eat dollar-sized pancakes and a large orange juice.
She eases the plate in front of me, her smile fading. “You okay?”
I manage a nod.
“I’d say you look like you’ve seen a ghost, but that’s kind of every day for you.”
Now I manage a laugh.
Her gaze flits toward the entrance. “Malcolm?”
I shake my head.
“Last night? I mean, did you guys fight or something?”
“No, it’s ... complicated.”
Really, how do I explain? That I’m jealous of Selena? That I’m afraid she’ll ruin everything? That I risk losing my business partner and a friend and ... something more than that, something I haven’t really given
