Page 46 of Wingwoman
Still, after we finished with our business, I hoped and planned to stay friends with her.
Tipping back my head, I finished the rest of my martini in a gulp.
I usually didn’t drink so much so fast while with a client, but it had been one hell of a week.
My shoulder was feeling a lot better and the gash on my forehead was healing well. I’d managed to flip my hair and style it so I could cover the wound. It only needed three stitches and according to my doctor, they will dissolve in another ten days.
I sucked a gulp of oxygen into my lungs and plastered a fake smile on my face. “Today is aboutyoufinding a date, not me,” I said.
“Exactly. Because you already have a date,” Maggie reiterated.
I was saved from talking anymore about Josh when the bartender came over to get us another round.
On one hand, four p.m. was a little early for man hunting. But my schedule had been crazy busy with trying to find Josh’s muse. Add to that my injury and it was the first time in a few days that Maggie and I managed to squeeze in time together.
“How’s your new job going?” I asked her in a desperate attempt to change the subject.
“It’s great!” she said, beaming. “I really love the news network I’m at, even though covering weekly Sunday night news trivia isn’t my dream position. I talked to some of the other women at the station and they all said they started as trivia girls too, eventually working their way up to weather girls and even anchors!”
I smiled back at her and gave a nod to the bartender as he slid another martini into my hand. “That’s really great, Maggie. Congratulations.”
“Thanks,” she said, her beautiful smile causing her eyes to crease. “But I’m sure you’re ready to get down to business.”
We’d already been here at the bar for over thirty minutes, chatting and catching up. “If you’re ready, then I’m ready,” I said. But I truly enjoyed her company. Even still, I was on the clock and we both had somewhere to be in a couple of hours.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the bar and dragging my fingernails over the stem of my martini glass. “I know it’s not super busy in here, but there’s a man sitting in the back corner and he keeps looking over here at you.”
He was cute enough. Dressed casually, but nice. Looked to be about twenty-five or so.
I had no idea what he did for work if he was here at the bar drinking solo at four-thirty on a weekday. But then again, that’s exactly what I was doing, so who was I to judge?
In a practiced sweep, Maggie crossed her legs and stretched subtly with a quick glance over her shoulder at him.
It wasn’t the most nuanced move, but it was a vast improvement from our first night out when she instantly turned and stared at people I mentioned.
The guy was already looking at her though and as she turned to sneak a look, he caught her in the act. A smirk pulled at his cute mouth and he winked at her before bringing his beer to his lips and taking another sip of his beer.
Maggie whipped back around to face me. “Oh God! He caught me!” she whisper-yelled.
“Yes, but it was adorable. That was the sort of cute catch you want to happen. Now you both know the other is interested.”
“Ohhhh,” she said, pausing to take a sip of her margarita. “So, I need to be obvious, but not too obvious.”
“Exactly.”
She scrunched her nose. “Sounds confusing.”
I shrugged and watched out of the corner of my eye as the man chatted with the server.
Inwardly, I smiled. “How much do you want to bet that in less than three minutes, he’ll send over another margarita for you?”
“What?” Maggie whispered, leaning into me adorably. “He will not!”
“Oh yeah?”
I inclined my chin to behind the bar where our bartender was beginning to make another margarita. Sure enough, less than two minutes later, he was sliding it over to Maggie.
“From that gentleman over there,” he said.
