Page 84 of The Situation
“Ah, dammit,” Curtis says, pulling his phone from his shirt pocket. “This is Cathy.” He glances up at me. “The ex-wife. Mind if I take this?”
God bless Cathy.
“Be my guest,” I say, scooting to the edge of the booth. “I’m going to use the ladies’ room.”
I’m not sure he even hears me.
“I told you I was on a date,” he says, smirking. “What do you want?”
A lobotomy if she’s still calling you.
I speed walk to the restroom, desperate to be alone. I don’t have Tate’s number and I’m not sure how to get it.Would Tally have it, by any chance?
My hand wraps around the door handle, and I twist and push.
As I take a step inside the small room, a palm splays against the small of my back and ushers me inside.
I gasp, swinging around like a madwoman, ready to brawl. But I don’t even get turned all the way before I’m hauled into a wide, strong body, and a mouth that I’m very familiar with comes crashing down onto mine.
Tate yanks me to him, carrying us both into the restroom and locking the door behind us.
My brain misfires. It’s unable to compute a thought. Instead, my body takes over and I melt into the man I’ve been thinking about all day.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, my head spinning.
He smirks. “Checking out my competition.”
“You really do have stalker tendencies.”
He chuckles, pressing another long, leisurely kiss against my lips.
“Maybe,” he whispers, cupping my face with his hands. “But I had to know for sure.”
“You had to know what?”
His hands slide to the small of my back. “I had to know if I’m crazy to think that we belong together.”
My knees wobble, but I’m not in fear of falling. He’s holding onto me as if his life depends on it.
I grin at him. “Did you come up with any conclusions?”
“A few.”
“Like what?” I ask, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“You look miserable out there.”
I laugh, my chest bouncing against his. “Is it that obvious?”
“I think the fuckhead you’re having dinner with is the only one who’s oblivious to it.”
“Fuckhead?” I laugh. “You don’t even know him.”
He stares at me. “I’d want to fight him for being with my girl if he wasn’t so pathetic.”
Fire spreads through me, pooling in my core. The heat in his eyes does nothing to squash it, either.
“Your girl, huh?” I ask, grinning.
