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“And…you’re my Miranda.”
“Whatever,” he scoffs. “And who does that make you?”
“Charlotte, or so I’m told.”
“All right, what’s her deal?”
I groan. “She’s uptight, overthinks and over-plans everything in her life. She wants it all to go perfectly, which ultimately ensures it never does. Her life ends up being nothing like she planned.”
Brenden’s fantastic laugh fills the line, and although I know it’s at my expense, it makes me smile.
“Okay, yeah, you’re totally a Charlotte,” he says.
“Bite me, Miranda.”
We laugh together, and my heart feels light and full at the same time.
Once the credits are rolling, the only sound over the line is Brenden’s heavy breathing. He almost always falls asleep before we get off the phone, but he never lets me go.
“Brenden?”
“Hm,” he hums on a deep inhale. It sounds incredibly sexy and my body aches as I picture him in bed with messy hair, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
I clear my throat and shake my head, trying to rid myself of the image. “We should go to sleep.”
“Yeah, okay.” He yawns.
“Goodnight, Brenden.”
“Sweet dreams, Lizzy.”
My dreams will no doubt involve a certain tall, dark, brooding man.
Brenden
“Oh my gosh, I’m starving. I’m so glad you showed up. I don’t think my frozen dinner would’ve cut it today.” Lizzy closes her menu, placing it on the table. “How did you manage to swing this anyway? Are you off today or something? I didn’t think superhero librarians took days off.”
She smirks at me, anticipating a witty comeback from me. But she looks so adorably sexy, I can’t seem to think of anything other than how badly I want to kiss her again.
“Brenden?” she says, clearing her throat.
I shake my head, prying my eyes away from her lips. “What? Oh, right. No, not off today. Just had something I had to do over here and decided to see if you wanted to have lunch.”
She doesn’t say anything, only looks at me like I’ve sprouted a second head.
Maybe she can tell how full of shit I am. The truth is, I went out of my way to see her. Showing up unexpectedly at her office was a blatant move on my part. But telling her I merely wanted to spend some time with her might spook her.
I smack my lips, my eyes falling back to my menu. “So, what are you going to order? I was thinking the Rockstar Burger looks pretty good.”
We walked from her office up the road to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant she said was one of her favorite places in the world. It’s small, poorly lit, and doesn’t seem all that clean, but I couldn’t care less because I love being somewhere that makes her happy.
“I’m going with the Tennessee Cheesesteak with chicken.”
“With chicken? You can’t have a cheesesteak with chicken. It’s a freaking cheesesteak.” I chuckle, shaking my head.
She playfully kicks me under the table and sticks her tongue out at me. My pulse quickens as my gaze settles on her mouth.
“Don’t make fun of me. I didn’t name the damn thing,” she says.
