Page 32 of My Grumpy Sweetheart
Did I want a second date?
Did I want to treat this like a… Vegas trip?
I didn’t know.
I… liked Bailey.
Which was weird.
He was light and colorful and fucking annoying, and everyone around us seemed to be drawn to him — a fact that drove me fucking crazy — but…
I was none of those things. And while having his splash of color in my life for a weekend had been a nice change, it was hard to imagine having him in my life all the time.
I liked the quiet. I liked peace. I liked predictability. With Bailey, my whole life would be turned upside down.
“Soo… what do you say?”
I blinked, turning my head toward him, brows furrowed.
“What do I say to what?”
“The second date?”
Oh. Right.
“I…” I bit my lip, trying to find the right words to explain why it wasn’t a good idea. That we just didn’t fit. But my mouth had a different idea. “I’d love to.”
Bailey let out a small sigh and punched my arm. “Meanie! For a second, I was really worried you were trying to come up with a way to gently let me down.” Scrunching up his nose, he shook his head. “Though that wouldn’t really be you. You’d probably just tell me straight on. I should’ve known you were fucking with me.”
My heart plummeted. Yeah. About that…
CHAPTERELEVEN
BAILEY
“Patience,” I told myself, taking a deep breath. “It’s only been three days.”
But it’d been three days without a single word.
Hopping up from my couch, I went to the kitchen, then headed back to my living room, turned around, and went back again.
Pacing helped. Yoga did not. I’d tried. It was a miracle that Evan hadn’t kicked me out of the class.
In the kitchen, I glared at the box containing my own homemade chocolate dipped dried apples. They were delicious, they looked amazing, and they were a constant reminder that Dakota hadn’t even managed to react to the photo I’d sent him to show them off.
Okay, and maaaaaybe I’d tried to get him to text me that way.
It hadn’t worked.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I saw a thousand Instagram notifications — I was still logged on with my work account — but nothing from Dakota. Not a single thing. He’d seen the message almost right away but hadn’t sent a thumbs-up or anything. Being left on read sucked.
And yeah, some people just forgot to answer. I got that. I got distracted a lot, too. Which was why I’d sent him a second text to ask if I should save any for him. That message, too, had been read.
Once might be a coincidence.
Twice?
Harder to say.
