Page 12 of The Situation
“At least it’s not helping you choose a shirtless picture for Social, I guess.”
I roll my eyes. “You are literally the only woman in the world who finds it painful to look at my shirtless pictures.”
“Because I know the real you, I’ve seen a million shirtless photos of your abs, and most importantly, I’m married to your much hotter, much sexier brother.”
I make a face as I hit the video call button, and she answers immediately.
“What do I wear tonight?” I ask, flipping the screen so she can see my choices on the bed.
“You called me on the way to the airport.”
“So?”
“So how did you get a date in Columbus that fast?”
I swivel the camera, so she sees my face and smile.
“What are you doing?” she deadpans.
“I’m just reminding you who you’re talking to.”
She glares at me. “Turn the camera around and let me pick your clothes so I can get off here.”
“I liked you better before you married Gannon.” I turn the camera around again. “I’m meeting a woman at the restaurant downstairs, if that matters.”
“Of course, it matters. Where are you staying?”
“I’m staying at the Picante hotel. We’re having dinner at Ruma downstairs.”
“Ooh, I love that hotel. Gannon took me to a Picante in Atlanta a few months ago, and we?—”
Ugh. “Carys?”
“What?”
“I don’t have much time here, so I need this to be about me.”
“You are seriously a pain in my ass.” She sighs dramatically. “Okay. What kind of vibe are we going for?”
“I want to make her fall in love with me,” I say without thinking.
“Well, you aren’t going to do that with clothes.”
I smirk. “I know. I’ll do that after dinner when she rips your carefully chosen outfit off my body.”
“Oh my God,” she groans.
“But I want to set the stage first. I need to be … irresistible—more than usual.” I wince. “Especially because she doesn’t know she’s meeting me for dinner …”
I cringe at the pregnant pause.
“Excuse me?” Carys asks, her voice a couple of decibels higher than usual.
I understand her shock. When I say it aloud like that, it also sounds like a bad plan to me. But that doesn’t change how it feels inside me because I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Despite her turning me down … she didn’t. Eyes don’t lie.
Twisting the camera to face Carys again, I frown. “I asked her out, and she kinda turned me down.”
“What?” Carys’s eyes go wide before she bursts out laughing. “You got turned down?”
