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“Let’s try this again,” he starts, a mix of amusement and confidence flashing across his eyes. My heart beats hard against my ribcage. “I’m picking you up tomorrow night for our dinner date.” Remington passes me his phone, and I grab it without thinking. “Put your number in and we’ll figure out the details,” he orders me.
I bite my bottom lip, debating what to do now.Should I really give him my phone number?
I type in Lucy, glancing up at him from under my eyelashes. He’s watching me and I swear he can read my thoughts. One thick eyebrow lifts, as if in challenge. He’s excited to see what I do next. So am I.
I type in a random number, giving him a sweet smile as I pass the phone back to Remington. He glances at it, and my smile slips away as he clicks on the contact information and brings the phone to his ear.
Crap.
He stares at me as the phone starts to ring, the smirk on his face growing wider. He shakes his head, and I sigh, starting to back away slowly. Remington follows me, ending the call and cupping my elbow. Everything in my past tells me to slap him or grab a bag of chips from the shelf behind me and empty it on his head. But when the rough pads of his fingers glide across my skin, every thought falls right out of my head. How can he be both gruff and gentle? Demanding and somehow sweet?
“How about we try it this way? Give me your phone,” he says, and I automatically pass him my phone.
At least this way, I don’t have to use the number.
He types in his information and then hits call on my phone.
“There. Now we’re all set,” he tells me. I fake a smile as I shove my phone back into my pocket.
“Great,” I say sarcastically. “I wish you better luck with the next part of your plan.” Remington chuckles, the rich sound filling my chest. Once again, I have the urge to curl up in his arms and press my ear against his heart. I want to feel his laughter roll through me.
“Are you ready, Lucy?” June asks from behind me.Thank god.Things were getting too intense here.
“It’s nice to see that at least you gave me your real name,” Remington quips. I roll my eyes at him.
“Yeah, I just need to grab some more chips,” I tell her.
June looks down at the empty cart and frowns.
“Okay, I can help,” she says, and I smile.
“Thanks.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow night,” Remington whispers, leaning close to my ear.
His breath tickles my skin, his whispered, gravelly tone causing a soft sigh to slip from my lips. I shiver, and he smiles before he turns around and walks the opposite way down the aisle. I watch him go, one thought on repeat:what the hell do I do now?
FOUR
Remington
I’ve always loved a challenge,and Lucy is definitely that.
A grin stretches across my face as I make my way over to her house to pick her up for our date. She was so adorable when she typed in the wrong number on my phone. I knew exactly what she was doing. If her furrowed brow didn’t give it away, her scrunched-up nose certainly did. And when I called the fake number? Her eyes grew comically wide, the pink blush on her cheeks turning crimson.
Like I said. Adorable.
I don’t know why she’s fighting this thing between us, but I aim to find out. I could see that she was interested in me. The way her eyes drank me in, her gaze focused on my lips when I said her name, and her curvy little body swayed closer to mine with each passing moment.
So, why doesn’t she want to give me a shot?
My girl is going to make me work for it, and I for one, am excited at the prospect of winning her over. It will be all the sweeter once she gives in and surrenders to the inevitability of us. I’ve never backed down from a challenge, and I don’t plan to start now.
I texted Lucy and told her that I would pick her up at seven. It took a bit to convince my girl to give me her address, and part of me is expecting it to not actually be her house. No matter.
Pulling up outside of a Victorian-style house just a few streets off Main Street, I park next to an old Volkswagen Beetle. I climb out, looking around as I head up to the front door.
I ring the doorbell, straightening out my button-up shirt as I wait for Lucy to answer the door. I didn’t want to dress up too much for the first date, especially knowing my woman isn’t exactly the dating type for whatever reason. Keeping it casual, I chose a black button-up, untucked, and dark wash jeans.
