Page 25 of Three Little Words

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry that…that us being there might damage your business.”

I looked up at him.

He sounded genuine. Way more genuine than I’d expected.

I uncrossed my arms. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

I snorted, shaking my head. “God. You really have a way with words.”

“You never complained before.”

I shrugged. “So, how are you going to make it up to me?”

“You want me to make it up to you?”

“Yeah.” I reached up, flicking my bangs out of my eyes.

“Okay, you got something in mind?”

I smiled.

A few things, but I’d start with the easy one.

“Yeah. Take me out for a drink.”

Benny raised his eyebrows. “You want me to take you for a drink.”

“Yes.”

“Now?”

“Yep. I’m free now.”

Benny snorted. “You’re the enemy.”

“Enemy? Please. Just because we’re not fucking anymore doesn’t mean I’m the enemy.”

Granted, I’d been thinking of him as the enemy for years, but I could play nice for now.

Benny looked at me seriously. Then, he shrugged. “Okay. Sure. We’ll go for a drink.”

I’d expected a little more of a fight, but I wasn’t mad that he’d given in so easily.

I watched as Benny pulled his phone from his back pocket, typing out a message and sending it.

“What, letting your girlfriend know where you’re going?”

“No. Bradley. Asking him to clean up my booth.”

Oh.

Benny looked at me for a moment, then sighed, shaking his head. “I’m not giving you any new ideas to steal.”

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