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She smiled and wiped a bit of pizza sauce from her chin. “Pretty damn good rule if you ask me.”
“I learned from the best.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Finn
There wasno good reason that I shouldn’t be enjoying this date I was on. Brittney was beautiful. Blonde. A spin instructor here on vacation. Other than the fact that she was a cat person, she was great.
So then, why couldn’t I stop thinking about Haylee?
Because you can’t have her, you dummy.
But even if Icouldhave her, she deserved a hell of a lot better than anything I could give her.
That small voice in my head wouldn’t stop reminding me that she’s better without me.
Then again, Meryl seemed to think she was better off without Ben, too.
That’s the thing about men… most of us suck. We don’t deserve most women. And yet girls, Brittney included, throw themselves at us.
Most of the time, I was happy to play catcher. But not with Haylee.
Brittney finished her Caesar salad while I polished off the last of my fries.
Caesar salad. Not mozzarella sticks. Not pizza. And no ranch in sight.
I should have been cheering for that fact.
She leaned forward, brushing the tips of her fingers against my arm, and the strapless, yellow dress she wore slipped a little lower, revealing a swell of cleavage that would normally have me grabbing the check and rushing us back to my apartment.
But tonight, all I could think about was Haylee.
What was she up to? Did Meryl enjoy the leftover pizza? Did they feed the crusts to the dogs?
Brittney circled her fingers, doing little figure eights over my skin. “I’m going to use the restroom,” she said, her voice low and husky. “Then, why don’t we get out of here?”
She didn’t give me a chance to answer before she stood and swayed off toward the ladies’ room.
I took a sip of my water, the ice rattling against the edges of the glass, and sighed as I pulled out my phone.
I debated texting Haylee, my thumb hovering over her name in my messages. But that’d be a shitty thing to do while I was on a date.
Just as I was about to put the phone away, a man behind me bumped into my chair and my thumb pressed her name, accidentally calling her.
Shiiiiit.
It would look worse if I just hung up, right?
At least, that’s what I told myself.
It only rang twice.
Immediately, the background on her line was loud with music and people talking.
“Haylee?” I said when I didn’t hear a greeting from her.
“Well, well, well… if it isn’t my baby brother.”
