Page 8 of The Vow We Made
“Fucking hell! Was that him!” Steph whisper shouts, and I let the smile I can’t hold back, do the talking.
“He’s fit as a butcher’s dog and hot for you Missy,” Bronte winks. She’s never been one to mince her words.
“What the-? What are you talking about? It's all a coincidence.” I outwardly make light of the situation, but my insides melted when he asked me to call and coupled with the smooth velvet tone of his voice, Jesus. Yes please.
“A bit too much of a coincidence if you ask me,” Steph indicates with wide eyes while Bronte and Faith nod enthusiastically.
“Oh yeah, he wants you alright.” Bronte gives a knowing nudge in Steph’s side.
“You three are ridiculous.” I rub at my eyes feeling a sudden wash of tiredness after my earlier run and the effects of our previous night out. “I need food and sleep in that order. I’m not feeling the best.” I rub my tummy, pitching for sympathy but no such luck. I could accuse them of not treating my slight hangover with the seriousness it deserves because they’re still too busy discussing Mr Hottie.
“If you’re not ready for another relationship right now, he might be alright for a quickie,” Bronte suggests.
Steph immediately jumps in. “You don’t have a quickie with a man as handsome as him.” She turns her eyes to me. “He’s a keeper and he likes you. A lot.”
“You worked all that out during the whole two minutes he was here?” I quip.
“He wouldn’t have gone to so much effort if he didn’t fancy you,” Faith says defensively.
I raise my eyebrows, giving her a stern stare. “I bet if I hadn’t smashed my phone and dropped the money, he wouldn’t have given me his number at all.”
My answer doesn’t deter Steph. “It was a convenient excuse to come and see you again, but a lesser man would have pocketed your twenty. Nope, he wants you in a good way I mean, did youseethe way he looked at you?”
Maybe she’s onto something and the excited twist in my stomach agrees with her. Initially it was hunger and now it’s something else. We’ve been so busy gossiping, I’ve lost my appetite. The waiter arrives on cue and I open the menu anyway, laughing off Steph’s suggestion and making light of it all. But my thoughts wander to the smooth tone of his voice and the way he crushed his number into my hand. Maybe she’s right. His eyes did hook me in somehow and I was willing him to touch me again. The truth is, I liked it and got a thrill out of the feeling it gave me. Perhaps I should hold on to his note, just in case? You never know.
