Page 66 of How to Win the Girl

“Do you have roommates?”

“Yes, one.” Karris had clasped her hands in front of her. “She’s working.”

Ahh. Okay.

“I saved you something.” She breathed again.

I shift on the balls of my feet, uneasy. “You mentioned that.”

Odd that she made me something when she hadn’t known I was coming. The date was last minute, and we’d planned it less than an hour ago.

My date disappears into another room, returning with a plate.

In the center of the plate is a single cookie.

Why is there only one?

“Chocolate chip cookie.” She holds the plate out, presenting it to me like a trophy. “Your favorite.”

My favorite?

Ah, she means Drew’s favorite, but how did she know that?

“Er, I don’t remember telling you that.”

“You mentioned it last time.”

“Last time?” My feet are still rooted to the carpet in the spot by the door. I can’t decide whether to retreat or move forward.

“On our last date.”

“Our last date?” I repeated like a damn parrot, unable to stop myself.

“You’re silly.” She flops down on the ugly brown couch more suited for a dude’s apartment, setting the plate with one cookie on the coffee table. “You know, I texted and texted, and when you weren’t messaging me back, I just assumed you blocked me.”

Oh shit.

“I even googled what it meant when a chat went from blue to green.” She giggles. “But here you are!”

“Yup. Here I am.”

Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

Karris pats the spot next to her on the couch, inviting me to sit. “Come sit.”

“Er. No thanks.” I’m good. I’ll just stand here by the door like a goddamn pussy. Easier escape with no barriers between, like a coffee table to trip over or arms that look like octopus tentacles. “My legs are sore.”

“I can rub them for you if you want,” she offered all too generously.

“Just out of curiosity, why didn’t our first date work out?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I get a lot of concussions, so my memory isn’t all that it used to be.”

She nods as if that makes perfect sense. “I don’t know why you stopped calling after our first date. I thought we had a great time. You even liked the sweater I bought you so we could match. I still have it. Should I go get it?” She goes to rise from the couch to fetch whatever.

Why did Drew never tell me about this chick?

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