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and told him to expect your call. Nice man, pretty easy to talk to,” he said.
As I took the paper from him, his finger grazed mine, causing my heart rate to
accelerate.
Not. Cool.
“Thank you,” I
managed to scratch out. His lip quirked up into a smile, and I felt myself
shrink under his gaze.
“Anytime,” he said.
As he turned to walk away, he looked over at Callie. “It was nice to meet you.”
“You too,” she
breathed out, and watched as he disappeared around the corner. Her chair made a
screeching noise as she dragged it and positioned herself to face me. “Yeah,
like I said, that guy is into you.”
I scoffed and
looked up at the ceiling before meeting her eyes. “I thought you wanted to try—you
know.”
“I was hoping if I
said that it would make you step up. Guess I played that hand too early.” She
laughed, bringing her sandwich to her mouth and taking a big bite. She closed
her eyes and all but melted as she chewed.
“Need a room?” I
asked, raising a brow in question. “I can give you some time alone.”
“This is amazing,”
she moaned and I couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t believe I’ve never been here
before.”
“Six months and
you’ve never been here?” I asked, stunned. “But you knew where I was talking
about before.”
“Yeah, I pass it
all the time,” she defended. “Had I known there was a cute guy and awesome food, I would have been here
sooner.”
“Why didn’t you
come before now?” I questioned.
“It seemed too
hippie and mom-and-pop- ish —everything I left
back home. I’m a big-chain whore,” she said before taking another bite.
“Stop. No. That
sounds so wrong,” I said, stunned by her choice of words, even though I knew
what she meant.
She shook her head,
her mouth still full as she chewed. When she finally swallowed she looked at me
and sobered. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m totally a small-chain whore after this,”
she said seriously.
I ignored her and
left her to her multiple foodgasm as I started to eat
my own sandwich. I glanced at the piece of paper that Wyatt had left and opened
it up to read the name, and laughed at his handwritten note. Along with the
phone number for Mr. Bateman, the lawyer, he wrote his own message:
Vi’s new friend count: 2?
I craned my neck to
get a view of the counter where Wyatt stood, and found him watching me. I felt
my body start to warm when he caught me looking for him, and despite my efforts
to look away, our eyes locked.
Damn.
His lips turned
into a smile and I felt my own rise in response. I could do the friend thing;
you can never have enough of those, right? I lifted the paper in my hand and
nodded, watching as his smile disappeared and morphed into something sexy and
intense.
This isn’t going to end well for me. Or maybe it will.
Chapter 7
“What was that all about?” Callie asked when I
turned around.
“Huh?” I answered lamely. I knew what she was
talking referring to, but I didn’t want to explain anything.
“You and the hot available guy,” she said, looking
toward him.
I followed her gaze and found him looking in our
direction. I quickly turned to face her and shrugged, finding her wiggling her
fingers at him.
“Will you stop it?” I muttered, swatting at her
hand. “He’ll come over here.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” she giggled. “Maybe you
need to talk to him a little more.”
“I’m not ready,” I stated bluntly.
“How long’s it been again?” She smiled.
“Almost seven months. Hardly time for me to jump
on the first guy that pays me any sort of attention. I’m not exactly desperate.”
“Seven
months is a long time…and no offense, but it’s gotta suck finding your husband
in bed with someone else.”
“Yeah. It does. Thanks for reminding me.” The dull
pain in my chest turned sharp at the memory of walking in on Will.
“I’m sorry,” Callie said, her brows pinched in
worry. “My mouth always
and told him to expect your call. Nice man, pretty easy to talk to,” he said.
As I took the paper from him, his finger grazed mine, causing my heart rate to
accelerate.
Not. Cool.
“Thank you,” I
managed to scratch out. His lip quirked up into a smile, and I felt myself
shrink under his gaze.
“Anytime,” he said.
As he turned to walk away, he looked over at Callie. “It was nice to meet you.”
“You too,” she
breathed out, and watched as he disappeared around the corner. Her chair made a
screeching noise as she dragged it and positioned herself to face me. “Yeah,
like I said, that guy is into you.”
I scoffed and
looked up at the ceiling before meeting her eyes. “I thought you wanted to try—you
know.”
“I was hoping if I
said that it would make you step up. Guess I played that hand too early.” She
laughed, bringing her sandwich to her mouth and taking a big bite. She closed
her eyes and all but melted as she chewed.
“Need a room?” I
asked, raising a brow in question. “I can give you some time alone.”
“This is amazing,”
she moaned and I couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t believe I’ve never been here
before.”
“Six months and
you’ve never been here?” I asked, stunned. “But you knew where I was talking
about before.”
“Yeah, I pass it
all the time,” she defended. “Had I known there was a cute guy and awesome food, I would have been here
sooner.”
“Why didn’t you
come before now?” I questioned.
“It seemed too
hippie and mom-and-pop- ish —everything I left
back home. I’m a big-chain whore,” she said before taking another bite.
“Stop. No. That
sounds so wrong,” I said, stunned by her choice of words, even though I knew
what she meant.
She shook her head,
her mouth still full as she chewed. When she finally swallowed she looked at me
and sobered. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m totally a small-chain whore after this,”
she said seriously.
I ignored her and
left her to her multiple foodgasm as I started to eat
my own sandwich. I glanced at the piece of paper that Wyatt had left and opened
it up to read the name, and laughed at his handwritten note. Along with the
phone number for Mr. Bateman, the lawyer, he wrote his own message:
Vi’s new friend count: 2?
I craned my neck to
get a view of the counter where Wyatt stood, and found him watching me. I felt
my body start to warm when he caught me looking for him, and despite my efforts
to look away, our eyes locked.
Damn.
His lips turned
into a smile and I felt my own rise in response. I could do the friend thing;
you can never have enough of those, right? I lifted the paper in my hand and
nodded, watching as his smile disappeared and morphed into something sexy and
intense.
This isn’t going to end well for me. Or maybe it will.
Chapter 7
“What was that all about?” Callie asked when I
turned around.
“Huh?” I answered lamely. I knew what she was
talking referring to, but I didn’t want to explain anything.
“You and the hot available guy,” she said, looking
toward him.
I followed her gaze and found him looking in our
direction. I quickly turned to face her and shrugged, finding her wiggling her
fingers at him.
“Will you stop it?” I muttered, swatting at her
hand. “He’ll come over here.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” she giggled. “Maybe you
need to talk to him a little more.”
“I’m not ready,” I stated bluntly.
“How long’s it been again?” She smiled.
“Almost seven months. Hardly time for me to jump
on the first guy that pays me any sort of attention. I’m not exactly desperate.”
“Seven
months is a long time…and no offense, but it’s gotta suck finding your husband
in bed with someone else.”
“Yeah. It does. Thanks for reminding me.” The dull
pain in my chest turned sharp at the memory of walking in on Will.
“I’m sorry,” Callie said, her brows pinched in
worry. “My mouth always
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