Page 203 of My Rules

“Block.”

I frown. “Why is her name Abby Brunette?”

“Because I know a few Abbys.”

I roll my eyes. Of course he does.

“Block all Abbys,” he adds.

“All right.” I smile as I hit “Block Number.” I have to admit that this really is very satisfying. “Anna.”

“Anna is from work; she can stay.”

My eyes flick up over the phone. “How old is Anna?”

“She’s about sixty and a lesbian. You can relax.”

“Okay, she can stay ... I guess.” I smile, grateful that he understands me better than I do.

“For the record, I’m blocking your contacts after this,” he tells me.

“Fine.” I sigh as I act perturbed. I have all of five numbers. Block away.

The hotel restaurant is packed to the rafters, and we walk in hand in hand.

There’s music playing, cocktails are flowing, and laughter can be heard echoing through the resort.

It’s late. After we got home from the beach this afternoon, we took a nap and slept longer than intended. We’ve already missed our restaurant booking across town.

“Hope they can fit us in, or else it’s bananas for dinner,” Blake mutters under his breath.

I smile. We bought a huge-ass bunch of bananas at the market yesterday. “I’m actually happy with eating bananas,” I tell him.

“I noticed.” He subtly elbows me in the ribs.

“Can I help you?” the waiter interrupts us.

“Yes, is there any possibility of a table for two?”

“Did you have a booking?”

“Ahh ...” Blake looks around, as if contemplating lying. “Unfortunately not.”

I smirk, and he gives me the side-eye.

“I’m sorry. We don’t have anything available tonight.”

“Right.” Blake nods.

“Actually, let me check on something.” He takes off across the restaurant.

“I’m fine eating bananas,” I tell him.

“I’m not. I need some protein.”

“I’ve got all the meat you need,” I whisper.

His eyes stay fixed on the waiter across the room, and he smiles. “This is true.”

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