Page 26 of David's Proposal

Eventually, I reach the first block when a car veers left at the nearest intersection, heading my way.

I hope that’s the driver.

If not, well, that would be another embarrassing scene because I’d have to wave at them and stop them before entering my street.

And then they’d realize I was a crazy stranger.

Hopefully, it’s the driver.

I walk to the edge of the sidewalk, shoot my arm up, and do just that. Wave at the vehicle. The car rolls past me like I’m invisible.

That worked well.

If that was the driver and he just ignored me, well… I doubt this evening will ever happen.

It’s probably one of my neighbors.

Good thing they didn’t stop.

Something tells me to look in the distance and make sure the car moves past my house.

It doesn’t.

The car, a black town car, slows down and comes to a stop behind my mother’s ride.

What are the fucking chances?

Stunned, I watch a man walk out of the car, heading straight to my mother.

This can’t be happening.

They actually exchange words, and I’m breathless.

What does he say to her?

‘I’m looking for a redhead who’s supposed to meet my boss for a few hours of sex in a swanky hotel downtown?’

Nice.

This thing seems to be doomed from the start. I knew it wouldn’t work.

I fucking knew it.

So, um… What are they chatting about? It can’t be about me.

Narrowing my eyes, I take it all in.

He’s holding something, like a small box.

Is he truly the driver who was supposed to pick me up? If not, who is he?

I haven’t ordered anything.

Besides, exceptions aside, deliveries come during the day.

My knees are about to give out.

Folding my arms over my chest, I lean into the thick trunk of a tree.

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