Page 39 of Last Call Lindy Hop
She smiled softly. “He's been my best friend since we were young. There’s no way I’d abandon him.”
I flagged a waitress so that I could pay the bill.
“You’re going now?” she asked.
“If I can take away his pain, then I wouldn’t have him suffer it another minute.”
She smiled and nodded.
“One more question… well, two. What are his favorite flowers, and does he have a favorite treat sure to get him to open the door?”
She laughed. “I don’t know if there is any one particular flower, but he loves yellow.”
“So sunflowers, tulips, et cetera?”
She nodded. “And for treats…” she hummed, then snapped her fingers. “Churros from the food truck on Valle Vista. The first time I took him some he was better for days—they’re that good—and I always take him some when I go by the truck.”
“I know the truck,” I laughed. “And yeah, they’re a mouthgasm, especially when they’re hot and fresh.”
“Get both the chocolate and caramel sauces for him.”
“Will do.”
The waitress came back with my card, and I tucked it into my wallet as I rounded the table and hugged Kenzie. “Thank you.”
“Good luck. I hope…” she smiled. “I hope. For both of you.”
“Me too.”
“Text me if he kicks you out, or doesn’t let you in? I’ll need to check up on him if that happens.”
“And if he does let me in?”
“I’m going to assume things are going good, so that I don’t interrupt you two.”
I nodded. “Ok. I’ll let you know if things go sideways.”
“Thanks.”
I then jogged towards the door casting back a small wave.
I was at a small florist a few minutes later, pulling single yellow flowers from various buckets: tulips, sunflowers, dahlias, daffodils, and even a couple yellow roses. Even the vase was a vibrant yellow pitcher.
The clerk eyed my selections warily, but did a good job of arranging them nicely. Then I was on my way to get churros.
All I could think about was Lance, the smiles that were more precious than gold, and how broken he’d seemed when we first met.
I couldn’t be the cause of him going back to that. I had to make it right.
Chapter 19 - Lance
Part of me knew that I needed to do something, but finding the energy to get off the couch seemed a monumental task.
I wanted to go back and make it right—not completely fuck up the good thing I’d had with Eli.
How had I been so stupid? He’d been the first man to show me kindness since Connor, and I’d gone and fallen for him like an idiot.
I’d gone from a man who’d lied to me and didn’t want me, to a man who’d never be interested in a relationship with me. What kind of self-sabotaging bullshit was that?
