Page 3 of Falling for my Best Friend

“I can’t right now,” she said. “I’m with a client.”

“How soon will you be done?”

“I’m only mixing the color now.”

“Full color or highlights?”

“Highlights.”

“T-bar or-”

“Half-head.”

“Shit.”

“Sorry,” she said. “You okay?”

“Apparently it depends on who you ask.”

“What?”

“The guy’s a Jesus freak,” I said, whispering into the phone.

“So why isn’t he on Christian Mingle? What the fuck?”

“I know.”

“Did you try Aiden?”

“Yeah. He didn’t pick up. He’s probably sick of rescuing me at this point.”

“Plan B then?” she asked.

“Would you mind?”

“Not at all.”

“Thank you so much. You’re the best.”

“No problem,” she said.

I hung up the phone and laid it on the table so I wouldn’t miss her call.

A moment later, Cory came around the corner with his fly open. Part of me wanted to tell him, but I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.

“Could you squeeze in some dessert?” he asked. “Or would you rather just go for a drink somewhere?”

I felt my chest tighten at the lack of good choices, but I knew if I started drinking with this guy, I wouldn’t be able to stop. Plus, it was hard enough to make sure I didn’t offend him when I was sober. “Dessert would be great.”

He smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that. I’ve been thinking about the double chocolate brownie all day.”

“You come here a lot?”

“You could say that.”

“Am I missing something?”

He laughed. “This is my parent’s café.”

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