“The first step toward moving on is accepting that something needs to change.”
“Something like that.” Except he wasn’t here to move on. He was here to come to terms with the new emotional landscape, not to attempt to change it. Hugo lifted his glass for another draught of beer.
“You know what the best way to get over someone is? Get under someone new.”
He choked on his beer, spluttering all over the table. “Excuse me?”
She smiled, dimples flashing with deceptive innocence. She looked all soft and sweet and then—had she actually just propositioned him? Right after he’d told he was in love with someone else?
“You’re never going to get over her if you won’t let yourself look at anyone else.”
“I’m never going to get over her.”
“Not with that attitude, you’re not.”
He didn’t want to get over her. Lucienne was the One. If he couldn’t be with her, he was going to be alone. The matter of his heart had been decided long ago. Game over.
But that didn’t mean he had to be celibate. The little she-bear—Moira—sat across from him, her brown eyes twinkling with undisguised invitation—then she smiled and rocked back on the bench. “Never mind. You’re not ready for that yet, that’s fine. We’ll just be friends, and friends don’t let friends drink alone. We’re going to need another glass.” She eyed the nearly drained pitcher at his elbow. “And another pitcher.”