Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“A million times better,” Sarah writes. “I think I was depressed. Or high on painkillers? Or both. But I feel like me again. Woot! Can’t wait to see Jonas. I’ve been going through Jonas withdrawals.”
“Go get him, honey. I’m actually on a date with Cameron right now. Remember him from the sports bar when we spied on Mr. Yellow?”
“OMG! Kat! You mean the baseball player guy? Kerzoinks! Hottie! Those eyes! That smile! That jawline! Gah!”
“I know. I gotta go. He’s in the bathroom.”
“Okay, I gotta go, too. Jonas will be here any minute. I’ll call you tomorrow. Have fun with Mr. Razor Commercial. Bwahahahahahaa.”
“I will. Have fun with Thor. Bwahahahahahaaaaa. I love you, girl.”
“I love you, too.” She sends me a string of bright red hearts and I return them, relief and elation flooding me. Sarah’s back.
I go back to the thread with Josh. “Sarah just texted me,” I write. “She’s doing a happy dance about Jonas. Woohoo!”
“Just in time. Jonas was seriously about to lose his mind. I had to talk him down from standing outside Sarah’s window with a fucking boom box ten different times.”
“Haha! Sarah would have loved that,” I write.
“Why the hell do girls love that movie?”
“Because it’s romantic.”
“It’s lame.”
“ROMANTIC.”
“By any chance do you have a VAGINA?”
“Why, yes, I DO.”
“Well, then, that explains why you don’t know that movie is LAME.”
I laugh out loud. “ROMANTIC.”
“No. Standing outside a girl’s window holding a boom box isn’t ROMANTIC. It’s LAME,” Josh writes.
I scoff at my phone. “By any chance do you have a PENIS?”
“Why, yes, I DO.”
“Well, then that explains why you don’t know that movie is ROMANTIC.”
“It’s not romantic. It’s DESPERATE.”
“Sometimes love can feel DESPERATE,” I write. “And why are we writing selected words in ALL CAPS?”
Cameron slips into his chair across the table from me and I abruptly put my phone down on the table.
“Sorry I took so long,” Cameron says. “There’s a kid over there celebrating a birthday so I stopped to say hi and sign an autograph.”
“That’s so sweet, Cameron. No worries. I was actually texting with my friend Sarah.” That statement’s not technically a lie, is it? Even though I’ve fudged the timeline a wee bit?
“Oh, how’s she feeling?”
“Much better.”
“Good.”
He picks up his menu. “Have you decided what you’re gonna order?”
“Not yet,” I say. “I haven’t even looked at the menu yet. Sorry.”
“No worries.”
My phone vibrates with an incoming text, but I exercise superhuman strength and leave it sitting on the table next to me.
“I’m really glad we were finally able to get together, Kat.”
“Me, too. Thank you for being persistent. Sorry I had to cancel on you.”
He shoots me a sparkling smile. “Twice.”
“Twice. Yeah. So sorry about that.”
As bad luck would have it, I cancelled on Cameron the first time because my place had been broken into by The Club, and the second was because Sarah had been attacked.
“All’s well that ends well. We’re here now. But I must admit I was beginning to wonder if your dad is Tony Soprano or something.”
I laugh. “I don’t blame you for wondering.”
He laughs. “Glad we’re here now.”
“Me, too.”
I bite my lip.
What the hell is wrong with me? Cameron is gorgeous. And charming. And charismatic. And he just made a cute joke about my dad being a mob boss, for crying out loud. That was funny, right? And I like funny. So why am I not feeling this? I felt it when I met him in that sports bar (just before Sarah dragged me out of there after Stacy the Bitch read her the riot act in the bathroom).
Cameron purses his lips as he studies the menu.
He’s a total catch. I just need to get my head in the game. I look at my menu. “So what looks good to you tonight?” I ask.
“You mean besides you?”
I smile, but I’m forcing it. All I want to do right now is read whatever text is sitting on my phone from Josh Faraday.
A waiter approaches the table.
“Hello, folks,” he says. “How are we doing this evening?”
“Great,” Cameron says. “How are you?”
With Cameron’s attention diverted to the waiter, I quickly pick up my phone and sneak a peek.
“Well, I used all caps for the word VAGINA because that word is most definitely all-caps worthy. How it spiraled out of control from there, I have no idea. I think we should STOP. So, hey, PG. I’M IN THE MOOD TO CELEBRATE!” Josh’s last text says. “Let me take you to my favorite restaurant in Seattle. They make the best MARTINIS in the city. You’ll SCREAM WITH PLEASURE. Oh, and you’ll like the MARTINIS, too. Snicker.”
My stomach somersaults. Oh my God. Of all the nights for Josh Faraday to ask me out. This can’t be happening.
“And for you, miss?” the waiter asks.
I look up from my phone. The waiter is looking at me, his eyebrows raised. My eyes drift to Cameron’s face. He’s looking at me expectantly.