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I call out a beverage order while the waitress breezes past us. “This place is busy.”
“It’s only going to get busier as more people get stranded.”
“Your flight cancelled too?”
“Like you, I'm Denver bound, so I suppose I’m now Atlanta stranded.” Her phone lights up again and Katy groans. She taps across the keys and sets her phone back down. “My sister wants to know what you look like.”
“You told your sister about me?”
A blush floats across the swell of her breasts. “Kind of. When I told her I was stranded, she bet me that I was tucked into the corner of a restaurant alone.”
“She knows you.”
The waitress drops off the drinks and disappears before I can order food.
“She can’t always be right, so I told her I was tucked up in the corner of a restaurant with a sexy Englishman.”
“You think I’m sexy?” I sip my beer and lick the foam from my lips. She watches the action with a look of curiosity and interest.
Her blush rises from her neck to her cheeks. “It’s the accent.”
“Oh. Is that all?”
Another text comes in and Katy rolls her eyes. “She doesn’t believe me.”
“Let’s prove you right and her wrong.” I pick up her phone and scoot in so our bodies are touching. She leans into the crook of my neck and smiles as I snap the selfie and press send to her sister.
Katy picks up her wine. “Here’s to being right.”
We tap glasses and sit in silence until her screen lights up again.
“What did she say?”
I watch the rosy color in Katy’s cheeks turn crimson. “I’m not telling you.” She presses her palm over the screen to hide the reply.
“Oh come on, Katy, tell me.”
She slowly shakes her head. “I barely know you.”
“So change that. We have an entire night to know each other.” I look around the crowded restaurant. “No one is going anywhere.”
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Katy
I slide my palm from the screen and push the phone to him. The message means everything to
me, but I’m sure it will be nothing to him.
“Who are the Benson twins?” He reads the message again. It says he can be your Benson twins.
“It’s a long story.” I sip at my wine until the glass is nearly dry.
Not seeing the waitress, Hugh excuses himself and goes to the bar to get us another drink.
He returns minutes later with beverage reinforcements. “We’ve got time. Tell me about these Benson boys. They are boys, right?”
I shrug. I’ve never known my sister to be interested in anything but cock. Then again, a recent “Cosmo” article said that most women are two strong drinks away from a bisexual experience. “I’ve never met them, but I guess the best way to describe them is a regret.”
