Page 20 of False Confidence

“You know me so well.”

Liam snorted, pulling his phone out to check the time. “It’s basically lunchtime. Should we talk over lunch?”

“God yes, I’d kill for Italian food.”

“That works for me.”

Maggie jumped up and headed for the door, sliding her feet into the paint-flecked sneakers she kept there.

Liam started to put his phone back in his pocket when it lit up.

Am I the only one struggling not to fall asleep today?????

A smile stretched over his face as he read her text. He was suddenly a little less tired.

Definitely not the only one. Pretty sure I’ve sprained my jaw from yawning so much.

I’m going to be good and not make a joke about sprained jaws here.

Actually…

Speaking of, when are you coming over?

What a segue.

When do you want me?

Days ending with Y?

Shut up.

Stop being so charming.

It’s unbearable.

But also I like it.

Tomorrow?

Usually, when people sent every sentence as a new message, instead of just writing a paragraph, it pissed him off, but Jasmine sent them in such quick succession that he was never waiting more than a couple of seconds for the next. She texted like she spoke; like she had too much to say and not enough time to say it. It was adorable.

“Do you want me to pretend you’re not just standing there giving my best friend heart eyes through the phone?”

Liam looked up at Maggie and frowned. “I’m a thirty-seven-year-old man. I’m not giving heart eyes. What the fuck does that even mean?”

“Wow. You have never sounded more like your dad.”

“Are you calling me old?”

“Are you calling my husband old?”

“Yes, Maggie. Your husband is old.”

She glared at him. “Liam.”

“What?”

“Lunch. Talking. My best friend giving you a hickey. Remember?”

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