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The bubbles disappeared.
After a moment of no response, I thought perhaps he’d ended the conversation, or that he’d gone off to do something else, leaving me hanging on the edge.
Rude.
But soon enough a ? came through.
A strange sense of relief flooded me.
He’s still there... I thought.
Your apartment number.
Truth be told, I kind of already knew since he was one floor below me, and I had access to such knowledge because I’d been on enough cases at the Towers that finding his apartment wasn’t all that difficult, but it felt sort of like an overreach if I just showed up at his door unannounced. While I saw something like that as romantic and fun, someone shy and quiet like Nolan might feel like their privacy was violated.
Boundaries and all.
So I figured now would be as good as a time as ever to ask.
Why do you need to know my apartment number? I can just meet you wherever...
A part of me wondered if Nolan regretted agreeing to this dinner. He seemed a bit skittish, or nervous even.
But I wasn’t letting him off the hook. If all I had was this one chance to put this all to rest, put Nolan out of my mind entirely, I needed to see this through.
Besides who doesn’t want to go to a fancy restaurant with a hot guy and enjoy themselves for a night?
I typed out my reply quickly. Well, if you lived in a house, I’d ride up in my trusty steed and pick you up from your doorstep like a true gentlemen.
Nolan quickly responded. Somehow, I have a hard time believing you are a gentleman in any facet of life.
My smile spread as excitement took hold.
That little fucker!
I tapped out the words in rapid pace. I can be whoever you want me to be, baby. As long as you’re dressed in something nice and ready for me to pick you up at your door at six ’o clock. No takebacks.
I hit send, then immediately sent another text after I realized how desperate I sounded.
Was I really this desperate?
Yes, yes I was.
Desperate for something different, for a chance to forget about my boring life, about my brother’s claim, which apparently was ‘being handled’ by Nolan now, about the fact that I hadn’t had a successful relationship with someone other than my hand in at least two years.
Unless all you have is twelve pairs of white shirts and khakis, which then I might have to call 911 and report a fashion emergency.
A smirk played at my lips, a chuckle forming in my throat.
Nolan took my bait. Hook, line, and sinker.
I loved how easy it was to ruffle his feathers. It was entertaining as hell.
I will have you know, I own far more than just white shirts and khakis! I can look nice if I want to. I can look even nicer if you tell me where we are going.
I shook my head, typing back, Not a chance, champ. Just be ready for me. Six o’clock. I’ll pick you up and we’ll head there in my truck. No sense in us taking us two cars anyway, since we are both going back to the same place.
That was the moment Gina called me from across the room, nipping at me to get off my phone and get my ass in the house to help Frank, our newest rookie with something.
