Page 58 of Crazy In Love
We decided to go with the hot new book we’d been hearing about. We texted Eloise, as the four of us had started our own little romance book club, and I loved all the book talk with these girls.
“I heard Hannah Chase is the new queen of angst,” Lulu said.
“Yes. I’m seeing her all over BookTok.” Henley wiped her hands with her napkin.
“I love that you’re on BookTok now.” I chuckled, since Eloise and I had gotten them started on romance books, and now they were both completely addicted.
“Of course I am. She went viral with this last book. I can’t wait to dive in.” Henley reached for her hot chocolate. “Speaking of romance, are you open to trying out that dating app I told you about?”
“I don’t know if I want to go there,” I admitted.
“You’ve got to put yourself out there. Just don’t tell Josh.” Lulu’s head tipped back in laughter.
“Exactly,” Henley said. “I know some guys at the office that are single.”
“Nope. Nope. Nope. No pity jobs and no pity dates. The only date I want right now is one with a hot book boyfriend.”
More laughter.
The next hour was spent with them telling me how intense Easton was about pickleball, which I’d already witnessed from a distance. They gave me some tips, but I knew I was no good, so I was definitely hesitant about playing. I felt even more anxious about subbing for Eloise than I did before I arrived.
And after we’d finally hugged and said our goodbyes, I headed home.
I glanced over at Bridger’s house as I drove by, my tires not sliding one bit now.
Once I was home, I dropped my coat and my purse on the counter and walked straight to the bathroom and turned on the tub.
It was my favorite way to relax.
I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine before tying my hair up and slipping into the bathtub.
I reached for my phone, and my fingers hovered over the keys for a few seconds before I worked up the nerve to send Bridger a text.
Hi. Thank you for the snow tires. Can you let me know the cost so I can pay you back?
Daddy Warbucks
Isn’t this when you just say “thank you”? Isn’t that your thing?
Thank you. But I would like to pay for my own tires. It only seems right.
Daddy Warbucks
Did it ever cross your mind that maybe I did it for my own well-being?
How so?
Daddy Warbucks
I don’t need you barreling into my driveway and hitting any more of my cars. It was a gift to myself.
I chuckled. Bridger Chadwick was much funnier than I would have guessed back when he was just glaring and growling at me.
I chewed on my thumbnail as I thought over what to say next. Was I really going to just let him pay for my tires?
Thank you. And if I can return the favor, please don’t hesitate to let me know.
Daddy Warbucks
