Page 18 of Unlikely You

I wiggled my toes and winced.

“Maybe I can—” she started to say, and I finally turned around and looked at her.

“I’m going home,” I said and squelched toward the door. I didn’t care if she followed.

Once I got outside the bar, I felt like I could breathe more easily. A small group of smokers lingered on the sidewalk, puffing into the air. At least it wasn’t winter, so I wasn’t going to freeze my ass off. I went back to the app and ordered a car to come get me.

“Bren?”

Oh my god, couldn’t she leave me alone? I didn’t bother to turn around.

“At least let me get you a ride.”

“You drove here?” I asked as she stepped up to my side. I kept my head right ahead.

“Yeah, but I can call a car for you. On me. It’s the least I can do.”

“I already did,” I said.

That didn’t deter her. “Then tell me how much it is, and I’ll send it to you.”

I rolled my eyes. This was a bit much. It wasn’t going to cost very much to get me home.

“You don’t have to do that. It was an accident.” If we were being exact, I was the one who had dropped a drink at the shock of seeing her.

“I still feel bad.”

My car was still eight minutes away. Fuck.

“I can’t help you with that.” I shuffled from foot to foot. My feet were no longer cold, so at least there was that.

“I’ll wait with you,” she said, and that made me face her.

“What?”

She shrugged. “I’ll wait with you. It’s late and you’re here by yourself so I’ll wait for your ride with you.”

My eyebrows went up and I glanced around. “This isn’t exactly a high-crime area.”

“I know. But still. It’ll help you pass the time.”

What was with this woman?

“Plus, now you don’t have to hear ‘Pink Pony Club.’ Again.”

Against my will, I laughed, and that made Honey smile.

Fuck, she could do anything with that smile. Cheeks and dimples and beautiful eyes and the kind of warmth that made you feel like you were standing under a ray of sun, even though it was night.

“They should make a rule that you can only sing certain songs twice before you’re cut off,” I found myself saying.

“Agreed. And what about the classics? ‘Fast Car,’ anybody?”

I shook my head. “Very few people can do that song justice. Why risk it?”

Honey sighed. “Ah, I guess you’re right. What song would you do?”

I choked. “I would never get up and sing. Never ever.”

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