Page 91 of Mr. Flirt

Up until Lucy.

Now, I wasn’t sure I wanted something without meaning. But I also didn’t have a clue how to do the other kind of relationship.

The one where you actually had to work at things and work through things if issues arose.

But that was the thing.

With Lucy, it didn’t feel like there would ever be any issues.

We were so in synch. She knew how to flip it right back to me, and she didn’t care if I did the same. I liked our banter.

I reached for my phone and texted her.

You free for lunch?

I saw the little dots as she typed back.

I have a client lunch scheduled at 12:30, but I never eat during those. You free at 2:00?

Surprise dashed through me. I’d totally expected her to tell me she couldn’t. Maybe this thing could work.

Absolutely. How about the café at the bottom of your building?

She wrote back.

The Pakistan spot or the sandwich spot?

Ah. I didn’t know there were two.

The Pakistani place, for sure. I love their Chana Curry.

Her texts nearly trampled mine.

I’ve been thinking about you.

Me too!

My chest squeezed into a new sensation. It was like I was nervous and excited while feeling like I was completely doomed with where this was headed. But I couldn’t let that text go without replying.

I’ve been fantasizing about you every second since I left last night.

Her text slid right over.

Fantasizing? Like what?

I smiled.

Like I’d tell you. Then it won’t come true.

She quickly replied.

That’s a wish, not a fantasy.

I chuckled and typed a few words.

Either way, I’m not risking it.

After a couple of minutes, a new text popped up.

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