Page 29 of My Destiny
“Wait, Brooke,” he says. “Before you hang up, I need your address. That’s why I called. You didn’t include it in your text.”
“Oh.” I slap my palm against my forehead. Of course he doesn’t know where I live. Well, I hope he doesn’t. Shit, what if he’s the brick man.Don’t be stupid,I tell myself. Hot Stuff wouldn’t do something like that, or would he? He seems nice, but so was Jake until he suddenly wasn’t. I’m silently working myself up into a tizzy.
“Well, are you going to give it to me, or would you prefer I guess.”
“Right,” I say, with a nervous laugh. “I feel silly for not including it in my message.”
“I’m not complaining. It gave me the perfect excuse to call you.”
Which was exactly what I was avoiding,I want to say, but don’t. “Fifteen Lilyfield Parade, Waterloo.”
“That’s a fair distance from where I saw you today. Do you always run that far?”
“Yes, usually around five kilometres, but some days I can do up to ten. It just depends on how I’m feeling.”
“Wow. That’s impressive.”
“I guess. I’ve been doing it for a long time so I’m used to it.”
“Well, I’m in awe.”
“Thank you.” I’m grateful he can’t see my face because I’m pretty sure I’m blushing. “I better let you go, and I need to get ready for work anyway.”
“Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says.
“Okay. Bye.”
I hang up before he gets a chance to say anything else. But a few seconds later my phone dings with a message.
You hung up before I had a chance to ask you if I need to bring anything.
Gah! He must think I’m rude. I exhale a drawn-out breath before replying.
No, just yourself.
I put a smiley emoji at the end of my message, and I no sooner send it when another message from him comes through.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to dinner.
He ends his message with a wink emoji, and a huge smile breaks out onto my face. It’s been a long time since anyone has done that. Why does he make me feel all giddy inside?
I don’t bother replying. There’s a part of me that’s looking forward to seeing him again as well, but I’m also apprehensive.
I’m rushing around trying to get everything perfect before Logan arrives. I’ve already changed outfits five times. For someone who’s not interested, I certainly seem to be going out of my way to impress him.
This morning, I skipped my run and headed to the shops early to buy all the food I needed for tonight. Since it’s a ‘Thank you for saving my lifedinner,’I’m going with three courses. I hope he’s hungry. It’s been a while since I’ve had to cook for someone other than myself.
Opening the oven door, I check the tarts I made for the starter. They’re just about done. I didn’t even think to ask him if he has food allergies or dislikes. This night could very well turn out to be a disaster.
My heart starts to race when the doorbell chimes.Shit, he’s here.Glancing at the clock on the microwave, I see he’s right on time. I do a quick scan of the kitchen to make sure nothing is burning or over boiling. I probably should’ve planned a much simpler menu.
Rushing into the hallway, I stop and glance in the mirror.Crap, my apron.Slipping it over my head, I stuff it in the drawer of the hall table before smoothing out my hair. I’ve worn it down tonight, which is something I haven’t done in a long time. It’s usually pulled back in a ponytail or a bun.
After my numerous outfit changes, I decided on a pair of skinny jeans and a fitted white lace top, which shows off just a hint of cleavage.
When the doorbell chimes again, I stop procrastinating and open the door.
“Hey,” I say, the second my eyes land on him. He looks so handsome in his white linen button up shirt and designer jeans. A smile tugs at my lips when I realise we kind of match.
