Walking Red Flag (Ocean View #2)

by Morgan Elizabeth

“I called you on Tuesday to meet up. To talk. I realized I was an idiot. You’re not innocent, but you’re not experienced in dating.” “I work for a matchmaker!” “I thought you weren’t going to interrupt?” I glare again. “You might work for a matchmaker, baby, but your head is in those books. In your books, things just work, even when the woman does something dumb that means the man has to chase her down.” “Excuse me, you didn’t put up much of a fight either, did you, Vic?” If I’m honest with myself, that’s the part that hurts the most. I was an idiot and put the thought out there, setting him up to give me an answer. It was childish. I was playing games. He’s right there. But he also failed the test. “I’m not used to falling, Gabi.” My heart stops. “It’s never happened to me. I’m an idiot man who works on a temporary basis when it comes to women. I’ve never felt the need to fight for a woman to stay, for something to last longer.” I scrunch my nose, lifting my lip like I smell something gross. He is the gross thing, to be clear. “Stop. You know what I mean. In college and med school, I fucked around. But the past two years? Casual dating but the same women. You know that.” I do, unfortunately. He’d told me this already. The thought still roils my stomach. “I never had to fight to make it continue. It was also basically whenever one of us was done with it, we said so and that was it. And Gabi, when you said so, my initial reaction, regardless of the fact that I found it frus...