Page 28 of Reckless Encounters

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Meowwww.

“Aww, is that my Binxy boy,” my grandma croons from the other end of the phone.

I chuckle. That woman is obsessed with my cat. “Yes, it’s him, trying to be all cute. Acting like I didn’t just give him treats five minutes ago.”

“Ha! That’s my boy. Grandma will come and visit you soon, little man… Speaking of which, are you still planning on spending your birthday with us?”

Trying not to trip over said cat, I walk over to my fridge to grab a drink.

“You bet I am. I’m looking forward to a nice weekend out there.”

My grandma scoffs. “Out there… You make it sound like we live so far away.”

“Okay, sorry, out east.”

“Well, that’s too long not to see you. How about I come into the city, and we go to lunch or something?”

That makes me laugh. Only she would consider not seeing me for a few weeks too long. Unlike my parents, who can go months. I'm not mad at that, though.

Lunch with my grandma is the soul cleanser I need. Best of all, she’ll never judge you. Another trait opposite of my mother, who cares far too much about the naysayers.

“Oh, I’d love that. You’ll just have to give me a heads up on what day so I can plan accordingly.”

Meaning, I have to tell Mr. Dickhead that I will be taking an extended lunch that day and try my best not to throat-punch him when he gives me a wise-ass comment in return.

“Perfect… I'm thinking within the next week or so,” she says, along with the sound of rustling papers.

“Sounds good to me,” I say with a smile.

“I’ll let you go get ready for your date… Give my boy some extra treats for me.”

“You know it’s nothing serious.” By the way she let the word “date” roll off her tongue, I know she’s already planning my wedding at her Hamptons estate. I just needed to clarify.

“Mmhmm, dinner the other night and now this. Sounds like it could be something,” she sing-songs.

Rolling my eyes, I sigh with resignation.“I'm still not sure how I feel about it.”

“Trust me, honey, when it’s the right one, you’ll know,” she says with a lightness in her tone. No doubt she is thinking about how she and my grandfather met all those years ago. It was my favorite story growing up. She was on a date with a gentleman her parents had arranged for her, and by the end of the night, my grandpa was the one who wound up walking her home. She said she just knew he was who she was supposed to be with, and they have been together ever since.

“I’ll let you know when Cupid's arrow sticks,” I joke, pushing away the one person who slips into my mind.

“I love you, Aves.”

“Love you too.”

Looking at the clock, I realize I have less than an hour before Logan will be here. I'm eager to see how the night goes. Leaving Parker at Masqued that night was my push to move forward.

So when Logan asked me earlier this week if I would like to be his date to a company function celebrating one of Mr. Bryant’s latest achievements, I finally agreed. I’m not sure if it was solely because I'm interested in the man, or if it’s to mend my bruised ego.

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