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Setting the phone back down, I pulled the covers up and closed my eyes. Using some breathing techniques to clear my mind, I finally drifted off to sleep.
Wes
Fake Dating and Coffee Shops
Leaning against the doorframe of my bedroom I stared at Clare asleep on the sofa. She looked so damn beautiful, and the fact that she stayed the night because she was worried warmed my insides more than it should.
I slowly let out a breath and made my way to the kitchen. I needed a cup of coffee like I needed my next breath. After making a cup, I walked over to the sofa only to find Clare was still sound asleep, so I made my way back to my bedroom and out to the balcony. It was a cold morning, but the fresh air felt good and eased the pounding in my head.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see it was a text from my mother.
Mom: Wes! I met the most amazing young woman last night and I told her all about you. I really think you would like her. She does the same thing as you! Stocks! I gave her your number. She should be calling you today!
Groaning, I closed my eyes. “Why, Mom? Why?”
Since I’d been back in Boston, my mother has introduced me to at least a dozen women, all with the hopes that her oldest son will settle down. I’d already been on three blind dates simply so my mother would get off my back. She was hell bent on saddling me down like my two younger brothers.
I wasn’t sure how long I sat on the balcony. My coffee had long ago turned cold, and it was getting to the point where I couldn’t feel my own fingers and toes. I slipped back inside, and the smell of something amazing instantly hit me.
When I made my way back into the living room, I saw Clare in the kitchen. She was moving about like she had cooked in my kitchen a million times. Sensing me, she glanced over her shoulder.
“You made it through the night.”
I smiled. “You didn’t have to stay and check on me every hour, Clare.”
“How did you know I was checking on you?”
Laughing, I slid onto the stool at the kitchen island. “Your phone alarm went off every hour and woke me up. Then I could feel your creepy presence standing over me. Did you put your hand in front of my face once to check for oxygen? Was a mirror under my nose next?”
She laughed and it sent a shiver through my entire body. “I did! I wanted to make sure you were breathing. You called me Chanel last night. I figured you hit your head harder than you realized.”
The fact that she hadn’t brought up the kiss wasn’t surprising. Especially after the shitty thing I said after it happened. But I had to say something to douse the fire that was building between us.
“I think it was more alcohol than anything. What are you doing?”
She focused back on the skillet. “I made an omelet. I hope you don’t mind. I have to eat breakfast or I’m dead to the world. I made one for you as well.”
“That was nice of you, thank you.”
Shrugging, she replied, “It’s your food. I should be thanking you. Have you heard from Preston about your car?”
“Um, yeah, he called me earlier. He offered to drive it in, and Harmony would follow him.”
“Oh, that works out good for you then.”
I nodded. “So, the sports car you were driving last night?”
“It’s my boss’s. He never drives it, and he told me anytime I wanted to use it I could. Plates?”
Standing, I made my way over and took out two plates. I also took out two glasses and pulled the orange juice out of the fridge.
I watched as Clare cut the omelet in half, giving me one side and her the other. She then put a piece of toast on my plate, one on hers.
“Hope you don’t mind I buttered the toast already.”
“Don’t mind at all, thank you.”
She brought the plates over to the small table and I brought the juice.
