Page 63 of The Wrong Date Deal

August blinked, relief flooding through her. “Are you sure? You know I’m not trying to make your decisions for you.”

He smiled warmly. “I know. And I appreciate it more than you realize. But, if I want something good to happen, I need to start making healthy choices.”

August’s heart pounded in relief and pride. She’d known the importance of this whole thing for Ford, the importance of doing it for himself, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t worried. That was just loving someone.

“Do you want me to get a new place?” she asked.

He snorted. “No. This is your apartment and you love it.”

“Yeah, well, I love you more.”

“As much as I appreciate that, I believe there is another offer on the table.” He smirked. “And I wouldn’t want to be around, cramping your style.”

August narrowed her eyes. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Oh, my god,” he laughed. “You absolutely do. And you’re worse than me if you’re going to try denying it. Holly and I weren’t dancing in the dark together.”

“For the last time, it’s not dark.”

“Yeah, okay. Dancing in the most romantic lighting of all time together. Is that better?”

“Not remotely.”

He laughed. “Look, there was a lot of chemistry in this room when I walked in. Don’t be a fool and ignore it.”

August sighed. “I’m not ignoring it.”

“Just denying it?”

“I don’t… know.” She shook her head. “It’s just… we’re friends. We have a pact for when we go on bad dates, you know? To be there for each other until we find our people.”

“There’s no rule in the pact that it can’t be each other that you find.”

“I guess.”

“But?”

August shook her head. “I don’t know. The whole thing is just weird. She’s the first person I think I’m going on a date with, but she’s not actually who I’m supposed to meet, and then sheisthe one I want to date? And who’s to say if she feels the same way?”

Ford laughed again. “Even ignoring the way she was looking at you when I walked in, I’m pretty sure she just asked you out.”

“It’s rude to eavesdrop.”

“Fun, though.”

August rolled her eyes. “And that wasn’t a date. It was just two friends, hanging out.”

“At a rumba class?”

“How do you even know what the rumba is?”

“I watchDancing with the Stars.”

“Of course you do.”

“It’s a sexy dance. Seems like a date to me.”

August’s stomach lurched. She’d already felt nervous enough about the idea of going to the class with Piper. If other people started calling it a date, she might perish.

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