Page 76 of My Rules

We stare at each other for a beat, and he gives me a broad smile. “Speak to you on Thursday?”

“Okay.”

He turns and walks off, and I watch him disappear into the distance.

Oh my god, I have a date.

Ahhh. I have to call Blake and let him know all about ... I frown as a new thought flashes through my mind. A horrifying thought at that.

What is his name?

Ring, ring ... ring, ring ... ring, ring. I sit in my car in the parking lot, and I smile goofily as I wait for him to answer.

“Blake Grayson.”

“Guess who has a date for Saturday night?” I beam.

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“With who?”

“He’s a dad of a student I used to teach.”

“The old single-dad trick, huh?”

I giggle. “Yep. So Saturday night for our double date, is that okay?”

“Sure is.”

“But how do you know if you’ll be able to get a date for this weekend at such short notice?” I ask.

“Trust me, I know.”

“Oh.” I frown. Ugh, what must it be like to have every woman in the world fall at your feet? “So, he’s going to call me on Thursday night, and we will tee something up.”

“Right.”

“Who are you going to ask out?” I ask him.

“I’ll find someone.”

“No time-wasters; girlfriend material, right?” I remind him.

“Bec.” I can almost hear his eyes roll. “I’ll have a date. That’s all you need to worry about.”

“Okay.” I smile as I hang on the phone. “So, what do we do now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do we strategize or make a plan or something?”

“Oh my god, no.”

“No?”

“We let it happen.”

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