“Then she probably told you I’m not dating yet either. Maybe ever.” I laughed, trying to make light of it, but it sounded forced. Even to me.
“She did.” He gestured toward us and the table of half-eaten food. “This isn’t a date. No pressure at all. Just me getting to know a friend of a friend.”
Now why did that feel almost disappointing?
Knock it off, Delaney. You don’t want this to be a date.
“It is crazy that we haven’t crossed paths before. Until last week,” I clarified. And because I was sometimes awkward as all hell, I decided to blurt out the other remaining elephant in the room. “By the way, your secret is safe with me. I would never tell anyone about a customer’s medication. Just in case you were worried about that.”
Parker looked genuinely confused.
“The one you came to pick up,” I clarified. “Last week. When we met.”
“Oh, I remember,” he said, his tone slightly suggestive. He sat back then, as if something had occurred to him. “What medication was it, exactly, that my dad had me picking up?”
My dad.
Had he just said… my dad?
Oh, shit.
“It was for Parker Scott,” I said, remembering the name on the order.
“Right. Also my dad’s name. I’m a junior.”
The medication wasn’t for him. I broke out into a laugh, unable to contain it. He probably thought I was looney tunes. “Oh my God, I can’t even.”
“Delaney?”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I can’t say. Confidentiality and all. But I did… think it was for you.”
The poor guy was genuinely confused now. He made a face that said, “Come on, tell me.” I motioned that my lips were sealed, trying desperately not to burst out laughing again.
Parker pulled out his phone. Fired off a text.
“Texting your dad?”
“Yeah,” he said, taking a bite of his sandwich.
I’d have done the same but wasn’t confident that tuna wouldn’t end up splattered all over the table when I started laughing again. I simply could not stop smiling.
“I’m guessing it wasn’t his cholesterol medication?”
I shook my head.
Parker looked back down to his phone, which was on the table. Apparently his dad was a quick texter. Hopefully the son took after him. I hated slow texters.
Not that it mattered.
It was impossible to read his face, Parker half smiling and half looking like he might toss his phone across the room.
“I’m gonna kill him.”
Parker and I locked gazes.
I pressed my lips together.
“All this time you thought… that I…”
