Page 57 of Dashing for Love

When I finally get to bed, all I smell is Goldie.

What would James do?

Sighing, I sit up in bed and pull up theBlinding Loveapp.

Good night,

I don’t send it. Good night…what?Good night, Dawn? Good night, exclamation point? Good night with an emoji? “Sendsomething, asshole,” I mutter. Finally, I delete the comma, add a period, and send the damn text.

James

Good night.

Her reply comes moments later.

Dawn

Sweet dreams

Satisfied I’ve not completely fucked this up, I blacken the screen and roll over. When I finally fall asleep, I dream about Goldie.

Chapter 23

Goldie

WAKING UP BY myself is bullshit.

I’m mad the second I open my eyes. Mad that all it took was one night of sleeping in the same bed as Matty to ruin me for, well,ever. That asshole.

I roll over and grab my phone, hoping he’s reached out in the time I’ve slept. But other than the good night texts we exchanged, he hasn’t. I figured it was better to let him work his way through the whole “holy crap, it’s my best friend’s little sister” thing, if I had to guess.

It still stings, though.

And hell if I’m going to sit around and moon over it. That’s not how I operate.

But first: coffee.

Once I’m up and showered, fresh cup of coffee in hand, I pull up our thread in the app. I scroll all the way to the top, then skim it through. Reading it now, it’s obvious we’ve been fallingfor each other the whole time. I know he’s into me. That’s not the issue. The issue is his lack of bravery.

Ooh, damn. I went there, didn’t I?

But something tells me that he won’t react well if I just text him and tell him to quit being a scaredy-cat. I start a new message in the app.

DAWN

I should tell you something.

A few minutes later, he answers.

JAMES

What’s that?

My name isn’t really Dawn.

You don’t say?

It’s Goldie. Goldie Dash.

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