Page 48 of David

The more time we spend together, the more I realize he is exactly what I need in a friend.

We exchange numbers, although neither is ready to say goodbye and leave.

Minutes later, he goes to the restroom while Chloe pulls up next to me.

“How are things?” she asks before ordering another drink.

“Things are fine. Couldn’t be better.”

Her lips crease into a satisfied smile.

“Is your new friend taking you home?” she asks.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. I’ll get a cab. Don’t worry about me.”

She reads my eyes.

“Seriously. Chill. I haven’t had that much to drink.”

“If you say so.”

“Did you meet someone new?” I ask quietly when her drink arrives, and we’re alone again.

She looks across the room.

The man she's danced with pushes through a side door.

“Kind of.”

“Kind of?”

“Mm–hmm. I need to make sure he’s not married or has a girlfriend. Men like him are rarely single.”

“How are you going to accomplish that?”

“I asked him, and he said no, but you can’t be too sure with these things. I’ll ask around,” she says, amused.

“That’s your method?”

She laughs.

“You’d be amazed how many things I learned just by chatting people up.”

I ponder for a moment.

“What makes you so suspicious of him?’

“I don’t know. The fact that he is older than me and sexy as fuck.”

“How much older?”

“Late thirties?”

“Oh…”

“What?”

“How old is David Moore?”

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