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“Jesus, I’m just dodging women left and right.” I chuckled, setting the glass on the small end table. “Are things good, my man?”
“Things are always good. Who are you dodging? I thought you had your sights set on … Tiny Dancer—isn’t that what you’ve been calling her?”
I took the drink off the table and sipped from the scotch. “Brooklyn. That’s her name.”
“Well, if you got her name, it sounds like she finally opened up to you a little.”
I sighed, the memory from our last morning together burning a hole in my goddamn brain. “Barely.” I balanced the phone on my shoulder and ran my hand over the top of my head. “I don’t have her number … still.”
“But she has yours?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “And she hasn’t used it—no calls or texts.”
A point that was driving me fucking wild.
Two days had passed since I’d seen her.
Two fucking days, and she hadn’t bothered to reach out. I’d thought it was odd, when I pulled up to her car and parked in front of it, that she was willing to take my number and not give me hers. But because she’d told me she’d be in touch, I hadn’t made a thing about it.
Now, I wished I had.
“Hold on. Let me get this straight,” he said. “You’ve hooked up with her twice—”
“Allegedly.”
“That’s right, we’re still in thenot admittingphase because you don’t want to talk about her that way. That’s some bullshit, and we both know it.” He exhaled into the phone. “So, let’s just be real and say you’ve now fucked her twice. She got away a second time, like the first, and you have no way to reach her. Am I on track?”
I bent my knees, pushing on the straps beneath my feet. “And I still don’t have her last name, so I can’t get my assistant to look her up.”
“She could search by her first name.”
I shook my head against the plastic chair. “Don’t you think I’ve already asked her to try?”
“Daaamn.”
My eyes widened as I wondered if his response meant he was onto something that I’d missed. “What?”
“What?” He laughed. “Who the fuck are you?”
Except he wasn’t onto anything. He was just repeating the same thought that had already been in my head.
Who the fuck am I?
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.
“This doesn’t sound like my best friend. In fact, it sounds like I’m talking to a total stranger. But I’ve got to admit, I like this side of you. The side that told that playboy pact to fuck right off.”
Was that what I had done?
Fuck me.
I squeezed my fingers around the strands, pulling at them. “You want to know something else? I asked her out for dinner and breakfast. Two meals. And she didn’t take me up on them. Instead, she gave me some bullshit response, something like she wanted to get through one step at a time and see how our night went first.”
“And then you slept with her?”
I took a long, deep breath. “Camden … come on.”
“Buddy, I’m just trying to get to the bottom of this.” He paused. “You know, maybe she’s not digging the way you fucked her. Ever think of that?”
