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He left a little early, so even after I finish my notes, I have a few minutes free. I take the opportunity to pull out my phone and send Nick a message.
Me: You and I are going out tonight.
The bubbles appear immediately.
Nick: Yes ma'am. Wherever you want. I'm sorry, again.
Me: Enough apologies. You're going to make it up to me.
Nick: Now I'm scared.
Me: :)
Nick: Bree
Nick: Bree!
Nick: Evil woman.
I head off to meet my next client with a silly grin on my face. Fucking with Nick is a pure joy.
17
NICK
She won't text me back. She doesn't even appreciate how slow texting is with one hand, and how much effort I'm putting into it. How rude. And how evil.
From the moment I met her, her attitude and sense of humor have been my favorite things about her. The more I get to know her, the longer the list of things I like gets longer. I have no idea what we're going to be doing, but I'm too thankful she's forgiven me to worry about whatever she has planned for me tonight. And I know, whatever it is, she'll make it fun.
But I'm still going to worry about it all day.
Cara gives me some weird looks throughout the day. Seems like she wants to talk to me, but every time she heads in my direction, one of my brothers intercept her. It's almost like we planned it.
Almost.
I make it to 4:30 before my luck runs out. Exiting the men's washroom, I'm confronted by Cara leaning on the wall, arms crossed, black fingernails tapping on her arm.
"Well hello there," she purrs. The way she says it makes me think something bad is coming. I don't know why. Cara and I get along great. Always have. But now that I'm spending more time with Bree, something's shifted, and I can't quite find my footing.
"Cara," I say evenly, giving her a smile and a wink. I can't help myself.
She rolls her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "So...Bree says you filled in last night at volleyball. Things went a little sideways, I see." She eyes the sling that I'm still wearing, and grins.
"Aw, fuck. What did she tell you?"
Cara's smile grows. "Just a little. Apparently, you admire Bree's...assets."
I turn around and lean my head on the wall. "Fucking morphine."
Cara's laughter makes me smile. She might have fared better after the attack, but she still had some dark days, so I appreciate her humor, even if it's at my expense.
"It's okay. I'm sure she took it as a compliment. Or at least, didn't think you're a creepy perv."
I straighten up off the wall and turn to her. "Wait. Was creepy perv even an option? She knows me? She knows I wouldn't do anything...weird. Doesn't she?"
Cara shrugs, seemingly unconcerned. "I don't know. I mean, how well do we really know anybody? You think you're dating a nice respectable guy, then bam, you learn he's got wives in three different states and two of them are expecting babies."
"That's an oddly specific example Cara. Seems like there might be a story there."
