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“I’m immune to charm,” I stated, pretending not to look for a certain copper haired man.
“Bullshit,” he chuckled, smiling crookedly. “Between your neighbor and Memphis I’d say you’re definitely not immune.”
A single brow crawled up my forehead as I eyed him. “And how do you know that it isn’t my charm that’s working?”
“Touché,” his laugh vibrated around us.
A waitress appeared to take our drink order and I decided I better figure out what I wanted to eat.
The fact that we were where Memphis worked had caused my appetite to disappear, but I knew I better order something.
I decided to get the grilled chicken sandwich and hoped the waitress hurried back. The sooner she took our order, the sooner our food came, and that meant the sooner I could haul ass out of here.
However, there was no avoiding Memphis.
“Emery. Sutton,” he turned to me, setting my glass of water down, and his smile wasn’t nearly as friendly as usual but it certainly wasn’t hostile.
I squirmed in my seat. I knew I needed to talk to him, but now wasn’t the right time. Well, there would never be a right time. I knew I was going to have to apologize for the kiss and its purpose. Memphis wasn’t dumb. He’d figured it out. But he deserved to have me say it.
He walked away and didn’t look back.
“That was interesting,” Emery remarked.
“Don’t start hypothesizing,” I warned him.
His hands rose in the air in mock surrender. “I’ll keep my thoughts to myself,” he mimed zipping his lips.
Our waitress finally returned to our table, looking frazzled. “Sorry about that. Can I get you something to eat?”
We each placed our order and she ran off once more.
I figured since Emery liked to meddle in my love life that it was time I returned the favor. “So,” I used my straw to swirl around the ice, letting it clink against the sides of the glass, “do you know Daphne?”
“Daphne Hart?” He questioned, and I noticed a slight tick in his jaw.
“Yeah,” I narrowed my eyes, watching him carefully.
“We grew up next to each other,” he shrugged.
“Mhmm,” I nodded. There was more there than either of them said. I wanted to press him for more information, like he always did with me, but his eyes were far away and something told me to back off. That didn’t mean I was done talking about her though.
“She’s nice,” I continued, crossing my legs, and sipping my water like this was a simple and easy conversation. I didn’t want him to get scared and change the subject. “Did you two ever date?”
“Not really,” he shrugged, tapping his fingers on the tabletop in a random beat.
“Care to elaborate?”
He was quiet for a moment, contemplating what he ought to say. “I don’t think sneaking around when you’re sixteen counts as dating.”
I nodded, trying to figure out what to do with this information. He’d said more than I expected him too. “Do you think you’d ever date her now?”
He groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I don’t know. I’m not sure if there’s really a spark there.”
“Don’t you think it’s worth finding out?”
He looked away from me, a muscle in his jaw jumping. Finally, he huffed out, “Why is this so important to you?”
“It’s not.” I sat back, the picture of ease. “I thought I sensed something between you guys.”
