Page 49 of The Mistakes I've Made
I’d always thought that moving to a new place would be adventurous.
Adventurous and fun.
For years, I’d been envious of every other project leader as they packed their bags and headed to a new destination. I’d lie awake at night, wondering what exciting things they were doing while I was stuck in the same, boring place.
But I had been okay with it because I knew I’d eventually have my chance.
Now that I was living it, now that I was here, the only thing I felt was trapped. Trapped inside this building with nowhere to go because everyone I knew was thousands of miles away.
My eyes traveled to the window once again.
Back to Taylor.
This time, when my feet stepped toward the door, I let them.
I’d almost lost my nerve half a dozen times by the time I walked through Taylor’s door. My belly was a pile of nerves, and I had no idea why.
It wasn’t like I’d never been here before.
Although the last time had been…
I swallowed hard, trying not to think of that dizzying kiss as Taylor’s eyes met mine.
“Hi,” I managed to say.
“Hi,” he answered back, a note of surprise painting his handsome features.
An awkward silence followed as he waited for me to explain my reason for showing up after business hours.
“I saw your light on,” I said. “And I thought you might want to grab a bite to eat.”
His brow rose as his gaze gave me a once-over. “A bite to eat? Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Why?” I asked, my arms crossing defensively in front of me.
“Well, I thought we were going to keep things professional.”
“And we can’t do that with food in front of us?”
His head cocked to the side. “Point taken. You have a place in mind?”
“Um…”
His smile was infectious, and I couldn’t help but join him.
“Do you like beer?”
“I do,” I answered proudly. “Well, as long as it’s not too dark.”
“Good enough for me. Let’s go.”
I followed him as he headed out the door, and I took a moment to appreciate the way his dark jeans clung to his backside. I’d never given much thought to jeans on a man, but seeing them on Taylor? Yeah, I was very thankful to whoever had created these denim marvels.
He made quick work of locking up the place, and soon we were side by side, walking down the road.
“So, where are we headed? Because I said food, right? And you asked me if I liked beer.”
He chuckled. “A buddy of mine owns this tap-house in town. He makes great food, but what he’s really known for is his beer. So, it seemed sort of lame to take you there if you weren’t up to trying at least a few.”
