“I got my shot, and now I’m on a plane to Boston. While she’s overthinking everything in Denver, I can’t be there to remind her in person why it’s a good idea.”
He rubs his hands down his face before looking at me like he’s about to regret the words coming out of his mouth. “You need some tips on how to keep her interested on the road?”
I blink at him. I’m not sure what he and Poppy got up to over the short time they were together before it all went to shit, but I know her too well for him to give me any suggestions.
“Nope, I can handle it on my own. Thanks.”
A smirk pulls across his face. “Are you sure? I’m happy to help.” As much as I want to be annoyed, I can’t be. Hendrix joking with me is an improvement over mopey Hendrix. “I’m going to find another seat. You text your girl and work that magic.” He stands and turns to leave, but then his steps flatter, and he glances over his shoulder. “She is your girl, right? You were smart enough to lock that down, right?”
I grit my teeth before I respond. “Yes, but we are taking it slow. I’m trying not to freak her out.”
“Well played. Text her, but try not to get hard on the plane. It’s uncomfortable for everyone.”
I want to comment that maybe he should focus on his relationship or lack thereof, but I remind myself that he’s trying to help. Hendrix slips out of the seat and I tap on the screen of my phone, opening my text thread with the one person I want to talk to.
Cruz:
I’m glad I got to see you this morning.
The guys aren’t nearly as pretty.
Delilah:
Not even Dom?
Cruz:
Nope, no contest.
Delilah:
What time do you get in?
Cruz:
Late. It’s a four-hour flight.
Delilah:
That’s past my bedtime. Call me tomorrow?
Cruz:
Just try to stop me. I hate that I had to
travel right after I finally got to kiss you.
Delilah:
Why’s that?
Cruz:
Now that I know what it’s like to have you,
all I want to do is be with you.
Learn all the ways I can make your pulse race.
