Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Do you think he resents you for going without him?”
“No, not even a little.”
“Then you shouldn’t get that look on your face when you think about it.” I lean slightly into him. “Especially when we all end up exactly where we’re meant to be in the end anyways.”
“So you were supposed to get catfished by some guy using my photo?” he asks with a grin, and my nose scrunches.
“My sisters said it was kismet that you and I met.”
“Kismet?” He lifts a brow.
“Destiny.”
“I like that.” He smiles and picks up his beer, then sets it down when his cell phone next to him on the island starts to play the theme song for Jaws. Instantly, his whole demeanor changes, and the smile on his face slides away like it was a figment of my imagination. “I’ve got to take this. It might be about my dad.”
“Sure.” I expect him to get up and take the call elsewhere, but instead, he pulls his cell phone out and puts it on speaker.
“Mom.”
“Aiden, I just spoke to Kitty, and she said you haven’t been returning any of Jennifer’s calls or texts,” his mom says in a sweet Southern accent that does not match her tone at all.
“I told you I’m not taking her out, so there is no reason for me to speak to her,” he says while his eyes stay locked on mine.
“Aiden, you really must stop being such an idiot. Jennifer is a very nice girl. At least speak with her before you start brushing her off.”
“I’m already seeing someone.”
“You’re seeing someone.” Her laugh is dry. “Who is she?”
“Her name is May. I’m sure you’ll meet her at some point.”
“I’d rather not.” She sighs, then adds, “I expect to see you at the gala on Saturday.”
“That hasn’t been canceled?” He sets down his fork and leans back on the stool.
“Why would it be canceled?” she asks, sounding offended.
“I don’t know… maybe because Dad, who owns the company responsible for the event, can’t attend.”
“Yes, well, that is unfortunate, but we must try to keep some normalcy during these difficult times.”
“Right,” he mutters while his jaw flexes. “I gotta go. May and I are eating dinner. I’ll see you Saturday.” He hangs up without even saying goodbye, and I bite my lip, not sure what to say—or if I should say anything at all. “So that’s my mom.”
“She seems really sweet.” I press my lips together when his eyes meet mine, then giggle when he chuckles.
“Do you feel up to going to a party with me Saturday?” His eyes roam over my face, and I try to keep my expression neutral.
“I don’t know. Your mom didn’t exactly seem thrilled about the idea of you seeing someone, so I doubt she would be happy about me showing up to a party I wasn’t exactly invited to and as your date.”
“I’m inviting you.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and my toes curl. “The party is for a good cause. The money raised that night is all donated to the children’s hospital in Nashville. Plus, the food is normally pretty good, and there’s free alcohol, and dancing.”
“You’re making it hard to say no.” And I really want to say no.
“Then say yes.” He leans in and rubs the tip of his nose across mine. “Please.”
Studying him, I let out a long sigh. “All right, I’ll go with you.”
“Do you have a dress, or do you need to get one?” he asks while touching his smiling mouth to mine.
“I’ve been a bridesmaid about a dozen times in the last few years. I’m sure one of those dresses will work.” Or at least I hope one of them will.
“If none of them do, let me know, and I’ll pay for your dress.”
“I’m not letting you do that,” I deny instantly.
“It’s a party you weren’t planning on attending, and you’re only coming because you feel bad for me. It’s the least I can do.”
I don’t respond, because I don’t feel like arguing with him. Instead, I take my last bite of food, then start to get up with my plate.
“Nope.” He takes hold of my wrist, stopping me. “You cooked. I’ll clean up.”
“I’m just going to put it in the dishwasher.”
“No, you’re going to sit your cute ass down, because I’m cleaning up.” He takes my plate from me, then picks up his, and heads around the counter into the kitchen.
“I’m going to take Cooper out. Does Dozer need to go?” I ask him as he rinses the dishes before putting them into the dishwasher.
“We’ll take both dogs out when I’m done.”
“I can take them while you’re doing that.”
“Or you can wait for me to go with you.”
“My neighborhood is safe,” I point out while going to grab my jacket. “I walk Cooper by myself all the time.”