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I take a deep breath. “Troy Remington, actually.”
“You’re kidding me.” Oscar’s eyes widen and he appears excited about that.
“You have done well. I don’t suppose you can score me an interview with the great man. He owns the Gulls, and it would be a huge career boost if I could bring him in.”
“I’ll ask. He can only say no, I suppose.” I say flippantly and love the admiration in his eyes as he leans back and shakes his head. “I’d be forever in your debt.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to, well, owe me.”
Just the thought of Oscar owing me a favor is enough to make me want to cheer louder than Antigoni ever could, but I change the conversation and throw a low ball into the conversation.
“So, how’s Antigoni? You were dating, right?”
I know full well they were, and I bask in the flicker of distaste that changes his expression.
“Were being the operative word. As soon as I lost my place on the Dolphins, she was off. So much for love, huh?”
Just imagining him loving anyone else but me is like a knife to my heart and I shake my head as if concerned when really, I’m cheering inside.
“I’m sorry.”
Suddenly, he leans across the table and tucks his finger under my chin, and I swear I nearly choke on my hot chocolate. He stares deep into my eyes and whispers, “I always liked you, Laura.”
“Did you?” My voice wobbles and I’m guessing I’m as red as a brothel’s lightbulb.
“It was difficult because, well, the quarterback and the cheerleader, it was kind of expected but …” he shrugs. “If I could have followed my heart, it would have led me to you.”
Oh my god, I’m burning inside because he is saying out loud everything he told me in my dreams. I must be wearing some serious love potion as perfume these days because I never saw this coming?
His thumb caresses my chin, and he stares a little deeper.
“How about we try to make it this time? Arrange a date perhaps. Tomorrow, after work.”
Halleluiah, I can now die happy, and I say with a high squeak, “Sure, why not?”
He drops my chin and slides my phone from the table toward him and winks.
“I’ll add my number and message you. I have a good feeling about this, babe.”
I watch a scene I dreamed about a million times happening before my eyes and yet there is something not quite right. Whereare the flutters through my body I used to experience? Why do I notice that his eyes are a little too close together and, for God’s sake, why is he wearing an orange jacket? It makes him appear as if he escaped from an episode of Prison Break.
Did I always like blondes? I must have done because his buzz cut is shot through with blonde highlights. Since when did he chew the inside of his mouth in concentration? It’s seriously annoying and who the fuck carries a man bag and expects to be drooled over?
I stare in shock at my dream date, finally living up to my expectations, but something is wrong with this dream come true.
I’m no longer that interested.
As he returns my phone, he calls it to check it registered and then winks, grinning as if he’s got this one in the bag already.
“So, tomorrow then. I have a good feeling about you, Laura Kincaid.”
I nod and distract my mouth from saying something inappropriate by chugging down the rest of the hot chocolate and then glance at the time on my phone and pretend gasp, “Is that the time? I really should be going.”
He appears surprised as I push back my chair and say apologetically, “It was great to meet up. Thanks for the drink. I’m sorry, I really need to go.”
Before he can say a word, I race from the coffee shop with a huge smile on my face.
I am officially over Oscar Callahan, and it feels fucking amazing.
