Page 107 of All the Bright Lights

“Funny enough, I know the feeling. Seems as though Treyton and Beckett are cut from the same type of cloth.”

“What am I going to do, Clarke?”

“What do you want to do?”

“You know I’m not looking for anything serious.”

“And he’s probably not either. What’s the harm in having a little fun?”

“Who are you and what have you done to my voice of reason?”

“I went and let her fall in love.” I laugh at myself.

“You sound really happy.”

“I am.” God, I am so, so happy. “But what about you? What time did Beckett say he’d be there?”

“I’m supposed to meet him at some restaurant at seven.”

“And you’re going to go, yes?”

“Shit.” She lets out a mix between a groan and a laugh. “I guess. I mean, he’s coming all the way here. I can’t very well stand him up, can I?”

“Don’t. We both know you want to go.”

“Do we?”

“Yes, we do. Now, put on the sexiest damn dress you own and go show that man I’m not the only one he has to get on his knees and beg.”

“I like the way you think.”

“Does this mean you forgive me for giving him your last name?”

“TBD. Let’s see what happens first.”

“Call me after and tell me everything.”

“The second he’s gone.”

“Love you, Bon.”

“Love you, too.”

The call ends seconds before my phone starts ringing again. I answer it when I see my dad’s name flash across the screen.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Hi, sweetie.”

I smile at the sound of his voice, which I feel like I haven’t heard enough of as of late. Between work and Treyton, I’ve had little time for anything else.

“Mom and I were thinking about going to Charlie Pickens for dinner,” he says, referring to one of my favorite restaurants in the city. They have, hands down, the best chicken I’ve ever eaten. “We were hoping you’d have time to join us.”

“I’d love to.” I swing my legs over the side of the bed, standing up. “What time were you thinking?”

“Say six?”

“Sounds perfect. I’ll meet you there.”

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