Page 18 of Burn for You (Flirting with Forever 3)

Hadleigh: Sawyer’s cooking for me tonight. <3

Me: I’m not afraid to say I’m jealous of both of you. I’m sitting here drunk on half a bottle of wine and all I’ve eaten is most of this bar of really freaking good dark chocolate.

I pick up the bottle and tilt it over my glass trying to shake out the last little bit of goodness. When I lift the glass with no more than a sip inside, I pout to myself. Freaking awesome Valentine’s Day. Maybe I’ll crack open another bottle. That’ll make tomorrow fun for sure. Freaking Damon would have to come to my rescue again.

Zoey: Oh, man. LOL Maybe it was Sophia. I think she and Heath are out on a Valentine’s date.

Quinn: Yep, that’s right. The lovebirds are out on the town tonight.

Sophia: Hey, wait, I’m here!

Sophia: Heath saw my phone lighting up and told me I’d better check in before you all interrupted his plans for later.

Hadleigh: Yaaaasss, girl! There’s a party in his pants later and you’re invited.

Quinn: OMG, Hadleigh. Stop.

Sophia: But, nope, it wasn’t me.

Zoey: It’s a mystery. Maybe you really do have a secret admirer.

Quinn: Does anyone want to get together Friday night? Maybe hit Shawn’s bar for karaoke or something?

Me: Agh. I can’t. I’m chaperoning the dance. Had to get my required extracurricular event in.

Hadleigh: Oh! Oh! Maybe the secret admirer will reveal himself at the dance!

Sophia: You know who else is on the list for chaperones, right?

Me: Well, you and Heath, right?

Sophia: And Damon.

Me: Ah, shit.

Hadleigh: That is one fine specimen of man-meat.

Zoey: Oh, boy. Here she goes …

Me: Isn’t Sawyer enough for you, Had?

Hadleigh: Totally. But a lady can look, can’t she?

Zoey: Hey, speaking of looking, you’ve been missing out on him at the gym.

Quinn: Yup. That man can fight. He was sparring with some kid and they were all sweaty chests and muscles.

Hadleigh: Oh man, I knew I should have done those barre classes!

Sophia: So, wait. Is there a reason we think Damon would have left you the chocolate?

Me: What? No. He wouldn’t have.

Hadleigh: Are you sure? His desk is right there.

And that’s when it clicks in my head. Aw, hell. Period. Cramps. Midol.

Chocolate. That damn man left me a chocolate bar. I’ve just reached a new level of mortification. I bite down hard on my li

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