Page 76 of Love Undiscovered
Matthews leans over my shoulder and reads who it’s from before I can pull it away.
“She texted you,” he says, his voice has a tinge of surprise to it.
I like that he’s surprised.
He leans back in his chair and drinks more of his beer, giving me a little space to respond.
Me: A similar thing happened to me.
Remi: You had a guy kiss you too?
Me: I forgot to thank a beautiful woman for joining me at lunch, because a kiss left me rattled.
Remi: Aren’t you a charmer. Wait, I am texting Chance Bauer, right?
Me: Funny.
Remi: I thought so.
Remi: So, about Saturday...
Me: Yes.
Remi: If you are picking me up again, I was thinking I’d get a pair of jeans for the ride. Any recommendations?
Me: The tighter the better.
Remi: And there’s the Chance I know.
Me: I’ll pick you up at 7pm. We’ll have dinner and then see where the night takes us.
Even though I already know what we are going to do. The Night Moves, the cover band I used to sing for, is in town. It’s been forever since I’ve seen any of those guys and I’m going to take her to watch them play.
Remi: Looking forward to it.
Me: Me too, beautiful.
I set my phone down on the table. Matthews is staring at me.
“You like her.” His eyes widen.
“Of course I like her.”
“No, I mean you LIKE her.”
I shrug my shoulders, not really knowing what to say to that.
“I don’t really know her.”
“I thought you guys dated in college or something.”
“No - we just hooked up at a party, sort of.”
“How do you sort of hook up?” he asks.
I tell him a brief version of the rugby championship party, ending with Remi’s projectile vomiting and the resulting freeze out.
“Dude,” he says gagging slightly. “She threw up and it got in your mouth? Shit. How did you not hurl right then?”
Part of me wants to point out that I’m made of tougher shit than he is obviously, but this doesn’t really seem the time to throw our dicks on the table and compare size. Especially when he’s got me by the short and curlies with this whole Remi thing. So instead, I shrug my shoulders and hope he leaves it at that.
“Dude, did you see that catch?” Ethan backhands Brad in the chest to get his attention. So I turn mine toward the game as well. Happy that, at least for now, the conversation seems to be over. We order another pitcher, more wings, and finish out the game.
It isn’t until I’m on my way home later that I realize that I kind of liked Matthews tonight. Not like I’d be his friend per se, but he’s a decent guy. I can kind of see why Kat fell for him.
Kind of.
