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“I can make that work, can’t I?” I nibble the inside corner of my cheek, doing some quick math for the motel costs, food, and eventually, a flight back home.
A new message vibrates my palm, as if Nancy has somehow sensed my inner turmoil.
Let me know when you land.
My eyes roll. No apology from the woman. Just her expecting me to come crawling back like the little princess they raised me to be.
The part of her message that stings is what lies between the lines.
She doesn’t bother asking how I’m doing after cutting off my funds without even knowing if I had backup money to spare.
It wouldn’t surprise me if the three of them were having dinner with Thad’s parents right this moment, making wedding arrangements and talking about the future.
I’m half a second from throwing my phone when it vibrates again. Only this time, it’s a message from OneDate.
Sorry, I’ve been in meetings all morning. You’re right, this app is stupid, Damon replies.
My chest tightens with my rising blood pressure. I hover my thumbs over the keyboard, wide-eyed as he begins to type again.
And good to know. For a second, I thought maybe you were coming on to me.
I reread his last message four times before I can even think of a response.
I’ll have you know, drunk Kate doesn’t bust out the kissy face for just anyone.
Remembering the way he clammed up last night after seeing this app on my phone, I hesitate to send the next message. But I end up cutting it loose before I have a chance to think better of it.
You know, for an old guy, I’m a little shocked to have found you here.
Three little dots blink in and out as he types.I’m not old, I’m vintage. And you can thank Brandi for the reason you found me.
My tummy does a little flip.Brandi seems like trouble x2.
When his response pops up, I smirk.
You two were getting along pretty well. One could say the same of you.
Is he flirting with me?
And you’re so different from the company you keep, Mr. LA Big Shot?
Shit. I’ve just fully exposed the fact that I not only read his profile but made note of where the man lives.
Are you stalking me, Miss Harris?
Full-on tummy flips.
Not exactly fluent in flirting, I debate what to say next.Maybe I was.
I groan, regretting the message the moment I send it. “Stupid. Dumb. Shit-fire-damnation.” I might as well have taken my bra off and thrown it at the man.
Locking my phone to avoid further embarrassment, I swipe my wallet off the bed and head for the door. I’m removing the dead bolt from the lock on my door when my phone buzzes with another message.
I reach into the pocket of my cover-up, muttering to myself. “No boys, remember? It’s been two days for crying out loud.”
If you don’t have any plans today, we’re playing sand volleyball at Butterfly Cove later.
I pause in the doorway, shocked still. Damon wants to hang out with me?
