“Hard to believe she’s not taken,” he said.
No kidding. She was beautiful, smart, funny. Perfect. Why hadn’t a man snatched her up by now?
Sure enough, Cooper was looking for an excuse to run away. Ivy was real. What we wanted with her was real. It wasn’t a dream any longer. She wasn’t a dream. A fantasy that I jerked off to in the shower. Not that I could blame him. Moving on was a lot harder for him than it was for me. The army had chewed us up and spit us out, but we had the rest of our lives ahead of us. No war. No bad guys. No IEDs or anti-aircraft fire.
I took a sip of my coffee. “I didn’t see a wedding ring, did you?”
He shook his head. “That doesn’t mean she’s not dating someone.”
“She said she wasn’t,” I countered.
“You saw the way she looked at us. Like we were ghosts or so
