Page 93 of Accidental Blind Date
“Oh, I think he’s into me. I meant I don’t know if he’s going to destroy my bookstore anymore.”
“Really?” Summer perks up. “But how?”
I offer a happy shrug. “I guess sometimes people change. When they want changes.”
“Well good. Because I never liked the idea of the conjoined coffee shop,” Tom says, counting the change drawer while talking. “It would be far too peopley.”
Summer and I both laugh before turning back to each other. “I’m just happy that you’re happy,” Summer says. “I’m also happy that he isn’t the dickwad we originally thought he was.”
I nearly spit out my iced vanilla latte laughing. “He’s not. Dax has really shown me that recently, especially on the trip.”
“Just make sure it’s genuine,” Tom says as he counts pennies.
“Haven’t you been listening to anything Libby is saying?” Summer asks. “He’s a good guy. Not to mention a hot guy.”
I giggle at that.
“I’m just saying,” Tom goes on. “Costa Rica was the honeymoon phase. People never show all their true colors until after the honeymoon. Wise to be careful.”
My smile turns down a notch, but Summer pulls my attention back to her. “Don’t listen to him. He’s negative about everything.”
“Realistic, not negative,” Tom corrects her.
“Tomatotomahto. I am happy for you. And I think you two are perfect for each other.”
“Well thank you,” I say, tucking my things under the counter. “But I think we are getting a little carried away. I don’t want to jump to any conclusions.”
The word is barely out of my mouth when the door chimes and in walks Daxton. And the way he closes the space between the front door and the cash counter, one thing is clear: the man is on a mission.
“Hey, what are you–” I start to say but he cuts me off.
“Do you want to move in together?” he asks.
I blink, not sure I heard him right. He’s wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers. My guess is he’s not going to the office today. I’m not sure he was even planning on coming here to worktoday based on the fact he still hasn’t shaved after our trip, and his eyes are still tired.
“I’m sorry?” I ask.
“Don’t jump to conclusions, she said…” Summer mumbles from behind me before finding something to organize in the store, far away enough to give me privacy but close that she can still hear.
Dax doesn’t seem to notice.
“I’ve been thinking about it and after the trip I just realized what you mean to me, Libby. But not just me. The girls like you a lot, Libby. And we want you around more.”
“You mean harassing you at work isn’t enough?” I tease but it hits me how serious he is.
“We want you to move in with us, Libby. I–” he takes my hand in both of his. “Want you to move in with me. If you want to.”
Dax waits for me to answer. And as I look back at Summer who is doing best not to smile, I find myself having a hard time not smiling too.
“I mean I’d have to find renters for my apartment,” I say, and his eyebrows raise.
“You mean you…want to?”
I nod, the smile covering my face. I am practically jumping. “Yes. Yes I want to. Are you kidding me?”
With that, Dax braces his hands on the counter and literally hops over it. Then he grabs me and kisses me. “I can’t wait to tell the girls. Or maybe we should tell them together. I just…this is amazing. I was so worried you wouldn’t say yes and you’d think I was crazy.”
I laugh. “I don’t think you’re crazy. And of course I want to. I–” I pause. I know what words I want to say. What words I almost do say. But I don’t. It’s not the place. Not for those threewords. And since he doesn't say them either, I know it’s not the right time. Yet.
