Page 28 of Thanks for the Love
I laugh loudly. “Well, that’s very nice of you.”
“I’m a nice guy.”
I look down at the popcorn and the blanket. He really is.
“Despite what your roommate says about me,” he adds.
I cringe. “That reminds me—I have a question.”
“Okay, I have an answer.”
“Is Dr. Sims married or seeing anyone?”
A mischievous smile spreads across his face. “Why? Do you think he’s cute?”
I playfully hit him on his arm. “I actually didn’t pay much attention. If you recall, I had pain shooting through my arm.”
He nods. “Fair enough. Then why are you asking about Cal’s love life?”
I’m not going to come out and tell him that I want to play matchmaker, but that’s exactly what I was thinking.
“Well—from what Lila has told me, the main reason she dislikes you so much is because of Cal.”
He presses his lips together. “So, you’re asking for Lila?”
“Yes.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but Cal has a serious girlfriend,” he says. “I’m not sure why he hasn’t proposed yet. She’s great.”
All my hopes are dashed by this news. I thought if I could help Lila and Cal reconnect, then that would soften her heart toward Theo.
Talking about Cal reminds me of my meeting with Danielle. I haven’t even told Theo about it yet.
“Oh, my goodness, I’m the worst,” I announce. “With everything that happened tonight, I completely forgot to thank you for referring me to Danielle Sims.”
He waves his hand. “It’s nothing.”
“Are you kidding?” I exclaim. “You’ve been amazing since I met you. You take me to urgent care, make me breakfast, and refer me a potential client. Never mind that I just knocked on your door to cry on your shoulder.”
“Well, when you put it like that—Iampretty awesome.”
I laugh out loud. Theo has such a good personality. It’s hard to stay upset when he’s around.
“Your laugh is cute,” he says.
My face grows hot, and I cover my cheeks with my hands. “Thanks. I feel like this is the first time I’ve really laughed in months.”
“I’m happy that I could help you with that.”
There are only a few popcorn kernels left, and we’ve moved the bowl to the floor. And somehow, we’ve edged closer to each other on the couch.
“Tell me more about yourself,” I say. “I feel like we’ve been talking about me since we met.”
This is the absolute truth. It’s been one Gabby crisis after another since our introduction under the hammock.
“I’m pretty complex. Where should I start? My hopes and dreams?”
I smile. “Sure.”
