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“Jesus Christ, really?”
She smiled. “Mack. Just go with it. How long?”
I scratched my cheek, took a long swig of beer. “Not long, or maybe since I’ve known her, I don’t fucking know,” I answered eventually.
She nodded, like she expected this answer. “So what are you doing about it?”
Despite not really wanting to have this conversation, the possibility that Harley might be able to provide some kind of insight kept me on my barstool.
And the short answer to her question was—“Nothing.”
Pip’s plan, as it turned out, was little more than the ravings of a drunk woman who was also high on the sound of her own voice. The top line idea was that I needed to get Chase to see me as aman, not just a friend. Although there was no actual instruction on how to make that happen. I vaguely remembered pointing out that dressing me as a fairy probably hadn’t helped. And she might have said something about Savanna making up for it by saying how big my dick was. I was sure I strongly disagreed with that point.
My plan, if I could even call it that, was to somehow convince Chase to go on one date with me. Just one. And hope like hell that one date would lead to a second, and maybe a third. How I was going to do that, I had no idea.
“Nothing,” Harley repeated with a small huff. “Well, we need to do something about that.”
“Do we?”
“Yes, we do. Okay, are you ready for the plan?” She didn’t wait for me to say yes. “You just need to kiss the hell out of her.”
“That’s not a plan.” I looked to both Hunter and Murphy, but neither seemed inclined to argue with the curly-haired devil.
“She’s the woman. Why are you looking at us?”
“Because—that is not a plan. What am I going to do? Walk into Rudi Blue tomorrow and go ‘hey Chase, how’s your day?’and then just grab her face? She’d punch me.” Or would she? Technically, she’d been the one to kiss me last week. But now, as far as she was concerned, it didn’t happen. I was pretty confident that another kiss wasn’t going to change anything between us.
Harley expelled a long suffering breath. “Mackenzie.” I didn’t bother correcting her a third time. “Are you being intentionally obtuse?”
“Not intentionally, no. But I can’t just walk up to her and kiss her.”
“I’m not saying you just walk up to her, in your place of business, and force yourself on her.” She emptied her beer in a long sip and motioned for another from Hunter. “You need to show her that you want more than friendship.”
“And kissing her is the way to do that, in your opinion?” Did I need to tell Harley that the plan was already dead in the water? That kissing Chase would change literally nothing between us. If anything, it was going to make things worse, push her further away.
“I’d start with talking to her, but shortly after, yes, you need toseriouslykiss her.”
“Question,” Murphy piped up and all attention fell on him.
“Go ahead,” Harley said.
“What constitutes a ‘serious kiss’?”
“The fact you have to ask concerns me…” She patted her brother’s shoulder. “It’s a conversation for another day, Murphy Thomas.” She turned to me. “Please tell me you know what I mean when I say you need toseriouslykiss her?”
I was confident that our kiss last week would fit her serious kiss criteria. “Yes, Harley.” But it didn’t change the fact that I needed to do more than just kiss her. How the hell was I going to do this? A lead weight settled on my chest, making my breathing feel thin and useless. What if she said no? What if she maintained that we needed to stay like this? It was a distinct possibility—not one I could let myself entertain.
“Nope! You need to stop thinking whatever you’re thinking,” Harley said and shoved at my shoulder, hard.
“I wasn’t thinking anything.”
“Lies! You’re thinking she’s going to reject you, that’s bullshit and you need to stop.”
Was this woman a mind reader or something?
“I don’t need to be a mind reader. You literally have every emotion plastered across that gorgeous face of yours. Now, what are you going to say?”
I had no fucking idea. How did you tell the person who knew you better than anyone, who you knew better than anyone, the person you usually told everything, that you wanted more?
