Page 54 of Cocky Nerd
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“Just go,” Montana says, her voice weak. “I can’t look atyou.”
I nod and leave. I do feel badly for her. But I also feel bad for myself, because that was the first time I’ve admitted that I love John Brandt, and it was in a silent conversation with his ex-girlfriend. I don’t know how or if I’ll ever say it tohim.
When I return to the table, John excuses himself from the gentleman that he’s talking to, and puts his hand on my thigh. “Are youokay?”
“Yeah, fine. Do you need to give a speech or schmooze or write a check orsomething?”
“Do you want togo?”
“Doyouwant to go? Is there anyone else here that you should talkto?”
He grins. “Just you. Let’sgo.”
He’s in Mr. Perfect Boyfriend Mode. Wego.
