Page 49 of Love Unavoidable
“I’m outside a little restaurant called, Chilz, looks like they have a great patio for cocktails.”
“I’m on my way,” Bree says. “Be there in five.”
“I’ll wait for you outside,” I tell her.
I should have known better because women are all the same. Five minutes really means thirty by the time they fix their hair and makeup and decide which outfit to throw on that looks unintentional but is still sexy. Not that it isn’t worth it once Bree arrives, she looks amazing.
She is the traffic girl in the helicopter for the local news station. We met once at a huge accident site; the helo was forced to land to get ground shots for the next broadcast since the land crew wouldn’t make it in time. It pissed us off that they interfered with us trying to direct traffic around the accident and created a huge unnecessary windstorm that blew everything all over the place.
But after it was all over, and I wasn’t mad any longer, I got her number. The rest, as they say, is history. She is one of the few girls that I have gone back for seconds and thirds with. And that is only because she truly understands what no strings means. Bree is the epitome of career driven and camera hungry, and nothing is getting in the way of her securing an anchor position on the local evening news. Including sex with a nice guy like me.
I give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek when she reaches me. “Bree, you look amazing as always.” And she does, in skintight white capri pants, a flowy turquoise top that falls off one shoulder, and some kind of strappy heel that make her legs look even longer than her 5’9” frame.
She’ll do just fine.
“And look at you, handsome,” she returns. “The man in black. You look like you’re ready for a stake-out or something.”
I cover my mouth to hide the cough that rushes up at her comment.
Am I that obvious?
“Bree, are you implying I look like a cop?” I tease, not sure where either of us are going with this.
“It’s a good look on you, don’t worry,” she winks. I put my hand on her lower back and open the door to the restaurant and guide her inside, then tell the hostess we are here for drinks and appetizers and would love to sit on the front patio.
Watch out, Sadie. Here I come.
