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“Hey, I thought about calling first, but I wasn’t sure you’d respond. Thought I’d risk it and come,” he said, giving me his innocent boyish grin that probably worked like a charm on women. “I wanted to apologize again. In person.”
After my argument with Austin, I was mentally exhausted.
“Dylan, can we talk about this another time?”
His eyes glanced down my body and his lips turned up in a smile.
I looked down and realized I was wearing his burgundy hoodie. The one that he’d put around me when he picked me up at the diner years ago.
My cheeks heated at his recognition.
“I brought a peace offering,” he said smugly, holding up the bag.
It had ‘Marcella’s’ printed on the front. It was from the restaurant that he’d taken me to when Todd had canceled on me.
Brookie explosion.
I wanted to stay mad, but my resolve started to crumble.
“It’s still warm,” he said, cocking his head to one side, smiling.
I briefly considered grabbing the bag and shutting the door on his handsome face.
Then I remembered he was still the client and we had to work together.
I sighed. "Come on in."
He smiled down at me as he walked past.
He set the bag on the table and took out its contents.
“I brought ice cream too.” He winked.
“You’re lucky I was craving chocolate tonight.”
“Lana, I'm really sorry about earlier today," Dylan said. "I know I was completely out of line. I shouldn’t have encouraged him. Especially in front of your workplace.”
He looked at me sincerely. I was still upset with him, but I was upset with Austin even more.
I nodded. "You were. Just don’t let it happen again."
A look of relief spread across his face.
I plated the dessert and pulled two forks from the drawer as Dylan went to toss the bag into the garbage. He stopped for a moment, probably looking at the big bouquet of flowers crumpled in it.
He chuckled quietly, “Austin come by?”
“Yup,” I sighed. “He did.”
Dylan turned to me with a big grin but didn’t say anything when I narrowed my eyes and shook my head.
He simply smiled and nodded slowly in response.
I didn’t feel like telling him about the big blowup. I really didn’t feel like talking at all.
Dylan joined me, handing me one of the plates, as I sat on the couch.
I took a bite and sighed in satisfaction. Dylan knew how to make me feel better.
