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She nibbled on her thumbnail, a habit I’d never seen before.
“You sure you’re okay?” I asked again, gesturing to her.
She pulled her hand away from her mouth. “Yeah, why?”
I lifted a shoulder. “You’re not a nail biter.”
One corner of her mouth lifted. “Do you want to take me to dinner tomorrow?”
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“I always get you dinner. The last time you tried to feed me, you almost poisoned us, remember?” I quipped.
She shook her head. “No, Lawson. I mean, do you want to take me out to dinner? Tomorrow night?”
I was lost. I brought dinner home every night. Half the time she wasn’t home. “Sure. What do you want? Chinese? Thai?”
She pushed away from her spot on the desk and closed the short gap between us. “Let me try this again,” she huffed before squatting in front of me. With a bright smile plastered on her face, she said, “Yes, Lawson, I would love to go out to dinner with you tomorrow night. It’s a date.”
She emphasized the word date and it all clicked. “You…”
She nodded. “What time should I be ready?”
This time, I didn’t miss a beat. “Six. Be ready to go by six.”
23
Piper
“It’s just Lawson!” Georgia shouted, her voice tinny as it poured through the speakers of my MacBook.
“Right,” I murmured to myself, pulling the shirt off that I’d just put on. “It’s just Lawson. Calm down.”
I’d changed my outfit no fewer than three times. Everything I had put on was wrong. The first outfit was more suited for a Tinder hookup. The second one was only appropriate if I was trying to impress a nun. The third outfit wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t right. I’d nearly screamed in frustration as I pulled the fourth shirt over my head and then looked in the mirror, only to be disappointed yet again. With one last ditch effort, I pulled a dress from the depths of my closet and studied it. What the hell? I shrugged and slipped it over my head.
“Why are you getting so worked up over this?” Georgia’s voice was laced with amusement. She was clearly enjoying being an eyewitness to my freak-out session.
“I should have called Hampton instead! At least he would help me pick an outfit!” I turned back to my bed where my computer sat propped on my pillows. Georgia’s face filled the screen, her mouth set to a smirk.
“Piper!” she shouted. “Be still and look at me.”
I froze and turned in her direction. I’d FaceTimed her after outfit number two, panicked because I couldn’t find the right thing to wear. I’d had to mute the volume after telling her my dilemma because her squeal had threatened to wake the dead.
“That’s the one.” She smiled broadly.
I smoothed the skirt of the pink dress and did a quick twirl. “Are you sure?” I asked.
She smiled triumphantly, as though she had dressed me herself. “That dress would make anyone fall for you. Hell, I would try to pick you up in that one. But let’s be honest, you could wear a potato sack and Lawson would still fall over himself when he saw you.”
I laughed, her theatrics easing the fluttering in my belly. I grabbed my favorite pair of heels and made my way to the edge of the bed to slip them on.
Georgia arched an eyebrow. “You’re wearing your ‘fuck-me’ heels?”
I blushed and shrugged. “They match the best.”
“Uh-huh,” she deadpanned. “Tell me again what happened the other night that started this whole thing?”
I launched into the story about how Lawson had been so sweet taking care of me, but she quickly interrupted.
