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Before I have time to respond, she adds.Pretty please with whipped cream and a cherry on top.
Madison’s begging was enough of a trigger to say yes, but the fact that whipped cream and a cherry is involved has, without a doubt, sealed the deal.
You drive a hard bargain…but okay.
Thank you! Thank you! Would 2mro be ok?
Tomorrow would be perfect, I reply eagerly.
Great!! Do you remember where I live?
How could I forget?
Maybe I could suggest she come here. But that doesn’t make any sense, as all her books are at her place. I’ll just suck it upbecause it’s not like it’s a date. I’m helping her study. It’s a study date. I’m only offering my expertise and nothing more.
With that thought in mind, I respond.
Text me the details. I’ll be there.
A loud knocking on my door interrupts my vigil by the phone, and by the obnoxious pounding, I know it’s Hunter. Opening the door, I quickly hand him a beer as I want to check my cell. However, the moment he takes one step into my home, he raises a brow. Looking from left to right, he sniffs the air and rotates his finger in a circular motion around the room.
“It smells like sex in here.”
A small laugh escapes me.
Looking at me closely, he adds, “But it also smells like…” He takes another sniff. “Cherry pie.”
It doesn’t surprise me how accurate he can be. I guess these are the perks of knowing someone your entire life.
Closing the door behind him, I say, “Drink that. You’re going to need it for what I’m about to tell you.”
“Maddy, why, oh why are you getting messed up with this jerkoff once again?” Mary says, watching in distaste as I try on outfit number five.
“First, I’m not getting messed up with him. He’s helping me study, that’s all. And second, he’s not a jerkoff,” I say, defending Dixon’s honor.
“Um, yeah, he is,” she rebukes, her eyes rising from the magazine she’s flicking through. “Do you not remember he stood you up, andthenhe disappeared off the face of this earth for like three months?”
“Only to reappear looking like a damn angel of sin,” I softly add, remembering how good Dixon looked in his faded blue jeans and how he filled out his white V-neck tee perfectly.
“Stop that!” Mary throws a pillow at me. “That’s your hormones talking. The sensible Maddy would not be allowing this man into her home and heart.”
Her accurate comment has me quickly jumping to my own defense. “Lamb, stop being so melodramatic. He’s helping me study because he’s a doctor. And for the record, he’s going nowhere near my heart.” I fail to mention he’s already wedged his way in there.
“And besides, there’s David,” I add, taking off my sparkly sweater. “I would never do that to him. I really like him.”
We hit it off the first night we met, and before I knew it, we were casually seeing one another a few weeks later.
In the beginning, I knew I was sort of using David to fill the Dixon void, but then I began to actually enjoy his company. He’s the perfect gentleman and really is wonderful boyfriend material. But that’s the problem—he’s too perfect, which I know is crazy.
If I were to really evaluate what the issue is here, the reason I can’t one-hundred-percent commit to David is because he’s not Dixon.
I met David so soon after Dixon bailed on me, and I guess I was a little hurt he never made good on his rain check. However, I now know the reason he just vanished was because he was seeing someone. Although, it’s funny that he never mentioned her or hinted he was in a relationship.
But now that he’s back in my life, I don’t know what to think or feel. Maybe Mary is right, and it’s just my hormones overtaking my good sense.
“Maddy, I love you to death. You’re my best friend, but you’re living in denial. When that man is involved, you lose all sense of reason, which makes no sense. You’ve spoken to him like five times.”
“I know,” I say, turning around to face her. “But the times we have spoken, they’ve been, I dunno…” I shrug. “Kind of amazing.”
