I pick up my margarita and take a huge gulp as I glance around for the nearest exit.
He leads her through the restaurant and over to the table by her hand. “Hello,” he says. “I’m Blake, and this is Ruby.”
Mr. No Name stands up and shakes their hands. “Hello. Nice to meet you both.”
He doesn’t say his name.
Fuck. Me. Dead.
“Hi.” I stand, and Blake kisses my cheek. I shake hands with his date. “I’m Rebecca. Lovely to meet you.”
Blake pulls out Ruby’s chair, and she sits down. Her long blond hair is so shiny, thick, and healthy. I don’t remember the last time I saw a natural blonde.
Blake sits down opposite me while my eyes linger on Ruby.
She looks like Grace Kelly, absolutely stunning; this is the date he scrambles to get days before.
“Isn’t this fun.” Mr. No Name smiles. He holds his hand up to me for another high five. “Hit me, baby.”
I want to die.
I weakly slap his hand.
“Wow, you guys are on high-fiving terms. I’m jealous,” Blake says. He holds his hand up to Ruby. “Hit me, baby.”
Ruby goes to give him a high five, but then he grabs her hand and kisses it. “Only joking. Just wanted an excuse to touch you.”
Ruby giggles on cue. “Oh, Blake,” she gushes. “You’re so funny.”
I glare at Blake across the table as mischief dances in his eyes.
Fucker.
I give him a swift kick under the table, and he rolls his lips to hide his smile.
The waitress walks over. “Can I get you two a drink?”
Blake gestures to Ruby. “Ladies first.”
“I’ll have a cosmopolitan, please.” She smiles.
“Hmm, that sounds good. Make that two,” Blake replies. He casually picks up Ruby’s hand and puts it on his thigh.
She swoons into her chair while I want to vomit in my own mouth.
I try to make conversation. “So, how did you two meet?” I ask.
Blake smiles. He’s so self-assured, and he gestures to Ruby to answer. “You go.”
Ruby giggles on cue.
I take another huge gulp of my drink.
“I’m a neurosurgeon.” Ruby smiles. “We met in the children’s ward about two years ago when we shared a patient. We’ve been friends ever since.”
A neurosurgeon?
What the fuck?