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I step closer to Walsh and say to him, “You know what? I don’t want to be fucking scared. I want you to take me home. Tonight. Right now. I want to leave this crappy bar and enjoy the rest of my night in your arms and in your bed. And if you want that too, then I dare you to order one last round of tequila shots for us. And if not, then you order another beer. And stick to the devil you know.”
Our eyes are locked.
My challenge flag was thrown.
Chapter Three
Walsh
My hands feel numb.
Just looking at her, I am completely panicking.
I should order a beer, right? Take the safe route.
I shoulddefinitelynot fuck my boss’s sister.
No matter how much of an asshole he is.
But I amlookingat her and her words are echoing in my ears and all I’m thinking is that I don’t want to be fucking scared either.
Not anymore.
So, I do something incredibly stupid.
I turn to the bartender and I say, “One last round of tequila shots, please.”
And when I face Heather again, she smiles at me like she is impressed. I don’t think she thought I had it in me and I don’t blame her.
I didn’t think I did either.
* * *
We tried to be as discreet as possible when we left the bar because we didn’t want Griffin to get suspicious. Luckily for us, Griffin is Griffin and his self-involvement knows no bounds.
So, I didn’t even tell him goodbye.
I just straight-up ghosted him as Heather bid her farewell.
I told Heather which car to look for and I waited for her to join me so we could call a Lyft together.
I was a tangle of nerves the entire ride back to my place while Heather was calm, cool, and collected.
I envy that.
Heather seems to have everything all figured out. She knows what she wants. I know what I want, too. I just am terrified to have it.
Finally, the driver pulls up to my apartment building.
“Thank you,” I tell him, sliding out of the seat.
Heather follows suit.
I jog around the car to meet her and she places her hands on her hips and laughs.
“What?” I ask. “Did I say something funny?”
She removes her hands from her hips and fastens them over my shoulders. “You need torelax, Walsh. This is supposed to be fun. Not torture.”
