Page 25 of Accidental Blind Date
“When it comes to that man, I’m not sure about anything anymore.”
After the woman has told Dax her dietary life store and been guided to the health and wellness section, Dax makes his way to the front. Summer and Tom make themselves busy with organizing the bookmark spinner, but I just lean on the counter with a smile.
“What is the matter with you? Leaving me alone with a crazy customer like that?” he snaps as he approaches me.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you worked here.”
“Don’t be cute.”
“You think I’m cute? Thanks, but I’m not interested.”
Dax’s scowl deepens. “You’re really going to make this difficult, aren’t you?” he asks.
“I’m going to do whatever it takes to save my store.”
Dax chuckles at that, biting his lips and rolling his eyes and making a public show of his disgust. “No offense but I think I’m the one saving your store.”
“By sucking the soul out of it?”
“By upping your sales and– you know what? I don’t need to explain this to you. I’m working with your brother, not you.”
“Nowthat’scute.”
Dax opens his mouth to say something when his phone buzzes. He pulls it out and my eyes dart down to the screen.
Poppy.
“I have to take this.”
“I’m sure you do,” I mumble as he walks out of the store, nearly running over a customer in his wake.
“What was that all about?” Summer asks, popping up from behind the bookmark display.
“He got a call. From a woman.”
“Is he married?” Tom asks, reappearing as well with a closed box and a box cutter.
“What?” I ask.
“Well, think about it. He only wanted to hook up. He got a hotel instead of taking you to his house.”
“He knew what he was doing in bed,” Summer adds and when I shoot her a look she holds her hands up. “Your words, not mine.”
Tom goes on. “He gave you a false name. And now he’s being a total dick. Plus, the phone call…”
Jesus. Even if he isn’t married, he could still be in a relationship. And even if he’s not, he’s still fucking around. Which shouldn’t bother me.
“I don’t really care. If he is cheating on someone, that’s on him, not me.”
“Yeah until the missus finds out and comes after you with a pickaxe,” Tom mutters, holding the box cutter.
“Go back to stocking the horror section, Tom,” Summer snaps.
“Just saying,” Tom shrugs, slicing the box open.
Summer shakes her head. “You’re not going to get murdered. But I would be a little offended too. A night like that and he’s already moved on.”
“There was nothing to move on from,” I insist. “Because I was only looking for a onetime thing too.”
