Page 74 of Wingwoman
But like most of my songs, within a minute, the ideas disappeared like curls of smoke being carried away by the wind.
Dammit.
Even still, in the ten days I’d had with Hope, I’d made more progress in my songwriting than the last year.
It was something.
But was it enough?
I spent the next hour or so making arrangements. Calling some of my favorite restaurants as well as my publicist to get her take on how tonight should be handled.
Lastly, I called Matt. “Dude,” was all he said as he answered.
“Good morning to you too.”
“It’s no longer morning.”
I glanced at the clock on my wall that read 12:24. “I guess not. How are you? How’s Maggie?”
There was a brief pause, then he answered, “Good.”
“Good? That’s all? Oh no, don’t tell me she’s right there with you? You already took her home, didn’t you?”
He laughed. “Not this time. But we have dinner plans tonight.”
My brows lifted. “Dinner? Doesn’t that go against your ‘no date that can last longer than an hour in the first week ’ rule?” Matt was a strictlet’s grab a drink or a coffeeserial dater. Always cautious. He never wanted to get too serious too quickly and in his mind, dinner was a special date reserved for a girl you planned on being with for a long time.
And Matt was rarely withanyonefor a long time.
“Well, considering we hung out last night for six hours, I’d say that rule was thrown out the window anyway.”
Cash nosed his way into my office, pushing open the cracked door and trotting in only to plop down at my feet. “I guess that’s true,” I said, keeping my voice even and casual.
It was obvious Matt was hooked. Everything about his interactions with Maggie had been completely different than any other woman.
But there was no reason to point that out to him. Hell, I had no doubt he already knew. Giving him shit about it might cause him to panic and run.
And for the first time in a while, I actually liked this girl. Not that I knew Maggie all that well, but based on our minimal interaction, it looked like she was good for Matt.
I only hoped he was good for her too.
“So what about that friend of hers… Jackie? Are you going to tell Maggie you were dating her too?”
Matt muttered a curse. “I forgot about Jackie. She thinks I’m in Bolivia.”
“What? Why?”
I could practically hear his shrug on the other end of the line. “It was the first country I could think of when I told her I was leaving.”
“Dude,” I scolded.
“I know. I’ll tell Maggie eventually, I swear. But I at least want to wait until we’ve had a few good dates.”
Good. At least he was planning to tell her. If he was serious about Maggie, then he’d need to come clean. “So where are you two going for dinner?”
“Fratello’s.”
I noted his short one-word answers and slightly clipped tone. It wasn’t like Matt to keep it close to the vest like this. Usually he was calling to brag to me about the fact he’d gotten multiple numbers in one night.
