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“Well, it’s about fucking time you called!” She answers without a hello. “What the hell happened yesterday?”

I recant the whole night to her — from catching Grant red-handed trying to meet “Summer,” to spending the night at Joey’s, and all of today’s antics.

“Wait… Joey called you ‘Angel?!’ As in…” I can hear the smirk in her voice. I made her read that series as soon as I finished it, and she loves it as much as I do.

“Yup, and I have no idea what to do with that,” I ramble nervously. I think my repressed feelings are causing me to read too much into this situation.

“Make a move, dumbass! You’ve wanted that man for almost 20 years!” Savannah’s voice blares through my car.

“And my relationship just ended last night, Sav.”

“Bitch, please. Your relationship was over a long time ago, you just made it official last night.”

My teeth bit down on my bottom lip, toying with the notion that she might be right. “I don’t know if I could handle a rejection right now.”

My sister lets out an aggravated groan that could be heard from the next car over. “I seriously hate you so much sometimes. He is interested in you, Kelsey Nicole, he’s just waiting for one of two reasons. One — he’s not sure how you feel, or two — he’s trying to respect the fact that you just got out of a relationship.”

Saved by the bell — I pull into the supermarket parking lot. “I’ll talk to you about this later, I’m at the store.”

“Wait!” she cries out before I can hang up. “I have a way you can test whether he has feelings for you.”

“Oh, God. Dare I ask?” My brows furrow in preparation for the horror that’s about to come from her mouth.

“Ask him to go to the Taylor Swift concert with you.”

“Dumbass, you’re supposed to go to that show with me.”

“Yeah, I’ll gladly give up my ticket if he’s willing to go with you.” I can hear the smile in her voice — it’s the one she wears when she’s plotting something devious.

“And what exactly am I supposed to tell him when I randomly have an extra ticket to a sold-out show?”

“Tell him I was supposed to go with you, but I have to work at the pub because someone rented it out for the Bears versus Packers game.”

“I’ll think about it. I’ve got to go.” I disconnect the call and lightly bang my head against the steering wheel. What the hell am I doing?

Chapter 15

I spent the afternoon chopping and dicing everything I bought to prepare the special homemade sauce, and made an absolute mess of Joey’s kitchen. After what felt like hours of work, dinner was finally ready and I placed both of our plates on the table — my homemade chicken stir fry, hibachi style.

“Holy fuck, Kelsey. This looks amazing. When you said you were going to cook for me, I never expected this.”

“What did you expect?” I raise a curious eyebrow as I stab my fork into a piece of chicken, swirling up some noodles with it.

“I have no idea,” he chuckles. “But not this.” He takes his first bite and groans his approval. “Do you want to move in permanently? I could get used to eating like this.”

I know he’s kidding when he says he wants me to move in permanently, but I can’t help but sass him for his comment. “Well, don’t,” I smirk. “I only cook like this on the weekends. It’s too much work to do during the week when I have papers to grade and lessons to plan.”

A pang of guilt takes over his face, making him wince. “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that. I would never expect you to cook for me.”

I chuckle to myself. “I know, I’m just busting your balls.” I swallow down my food and contemplate how to bring up Savannah’s suggestion.

“What’s on your mind?” He nudges my hand with his.

I take in a deep breath, mentally preparing myself to ask him. My eyes drift up toward him slowly. “I, uh, got some bad news from my sister while I was out shopping.”

“Is everything okay?” He drops his fork onto his plate and gives me his full attention.

“She was supposed to go to the Taylor Swift concert with me next weekend, but someone rented out the pub for the Bears game.” I look up at him with puppy dog eyes.

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