her.
“I saw him follow you out there. Quit stalling. He did need to breach a gaggle of wild females that were taking pictures with him and his friend,” she said with a bit of contempt in her voice.
I wonder what all that hostility is about. “Yeah, he told me his friend was a musician. Guess someone recognized him.” I shrugged.
“He looks so familiar to me.” She furrowed her eyebrows seriously. “I swear I’ve seen him somewhere before. Not just here, somewhere else.”
“Like on America’s Most Wanted or something?”
We both busted out laughing.
In all actuality, I’d rather it were true, so I could stop feeling like a fifteen-year-old with an all-consuming crush.
“You’re such an asshole, Jordie. No, for real, he looked familiar with a hat on.” Back to her serious face.
“Hollerrrr.” I only agreed with her as an attempt to end the Nathan subject.
“So, tell me everything.” She was sorting through the money from the tip jar.
I told her all about the conversation we had and Goldie Locks dropping the digits on him along with his kind refusal.
“Shut up!” she shrieked and threw the stirring straw from her mouth at me. “Cosmo girl? I heard her going on and on about some guy all night. I had no idea it was stud bucket.”
“Yup, it was,” I said softly.
“You like him!” It was more like a statement than a question.
“Am I fifteen? I like him?” I don’t know why, but her observation threw me off balance like I was learning how to ride a bike and wobbling everywhere inside.
“Whatever, Jordie. Stay in your iron-clad bubble. Forget the fact that the guy is hot and so far sounds extremely nice and you haven’t let anyone in since...”
Oh, there she was. You’re-doing-it-wrong Rachel. I interrupted her by holding up my hand while I stared at the bar underneath me. “Don’t. Do not start this shit with me, please.”
She slid down from the bar, scooped up her cash, and handed me a hundred dollars.
“I took money out of petty cash Tuesday. I’ll see ya, Jordie.” She grabbed the rest of her stuff and stomped out the door.
I sighed out loud. She wouldn’t talk to me for a few days, but she’d get over it. I slid off the bar, gathered up all my crap, and followed. Mike and Carlos had left just before Rachel, so once again, it was just me. Before I walked out, I took a long look around.
“Emma and this are all I need,” I muttered, and took off towards home. Why be greedy? Why want more? You don’t need more. You don’t do love, and you certainly don’t do happily ever after.
“Fuck!” I blurted out as I reached my steps. Nathan was perched there halfway up and, my Lord, he was looking fine.
“Is that a statement or a request?” He grinned mischievously at me, a grin that touched those amazing blue eyes.
Oh shit, he’s here...on my front porch. My heart slammed into my throat and I was pretty sure I had lost the ability to form a coherent sentence. “Hi?” was all I could manage to say. What was he doing here at three a.m.?
“I wanted to make sure you made it home safely,” he said, as if answering my silent question.
“Nut. Job,” I mouthed slowly to him.
He laughed, unveiling that beautiful, perfect, white-toothed smile that made his eyes even brighter. Then it happened. With that one smile, I surrendered to whatever it was inside of me I was fighting. I could no longer worry about how this story would end when all I wanted to do was start it.
I walked past him. “Want to come up for a beer or something?” I unlocked the door and waited for the impact of the rejection.
“Or something.”
I could hear the smirk in his tone. “Is that a statement or a request?” Ugh, what are you doing? Is this flirting? I silently sighed. Rachel had never been more correct—it had been too long.
“Lock the door behind you, please.” I started the two-flight journey to my apartment. We reached my door, and I took a deep breath while I unlocked it. We
“I saw him follow you out there. Quit stalling. He did need to breach a gaggle of wild females that were taking pictures with him and his friend,” she said with a bit of contempt in her voice.
I wonder what all that hostility is about. “Yeah, he told me his friend was a musician. Guess someone recognized him.” I shrugged.
“He looks so familiar to me.” She furrowed her eyebrows seriously. “I swear I’ve seen him somewhere before. Not just here, somewhere else.”
“Like on America’s Most Wanted or something?”
We both busted out laughing.
In all actuality, I’d rather it were true, so I could stop feeling like a fifteen-year-old with an all-consuming crush.
“You’re such an asshole, Jordie. No, for real, he looked familiar with a hat on.” Back to her serious face.
“Hollerrrr.” I only agreed with her as an attempt to end the Nathan subject.
“So, tell me everything.” She was sorting through the money from the tip jar.
I told her all about the conversation we had and Goldie Locks dropping the digits on him along with his kind refusal.
“Shut up!” she shrieked and threw the stirring straw from her mouth at me. “Cosmo girl? I heard her going on and on about some guy all night. I had no idea it was stud bucket.”
“Yup, it was,” I said softly.
“You like him!” It was more like a statement than a question.
“Am I fifteen? I like him?” I don’t know why, but her observation threw me off balance like I was learning how to ride a bike and wobbling everywhere inside.
“Whatever, Jordie. Stay in your iron-clad bubble. Forget the fact that the guy is hot and so far sounds extremely nice and you haven’t let anyone in since...”
Oh, there she was. You’re-doing-it-wrong Rachel. I interrupted her by holding up my hand while I stared at the bar underneath me. “Don’t. Do not start this shit with me, please.”
She slid down from the bar, scooped up her cash, and handed me a hundred dollars.
“I took money out of petty cash Tuesday. I’ll see ya, Jordie.” She grabbed the rest of her stuff and stomped out the door.
I sighed out loud. She wouldn’t talk to me for a few days, but she’d get over it. I slid off the bar, gathered up all my crap, and followed. Mike and Carlos had left just before Rachel, so once again, it was just me. Before I walked out, I took a long look around.
“Emma and this are all I need,” I muttered, and took off towards home. Why be greedy? Why want more? You don’t need more. You don’t do love, and you certainly don’t do happily ever after.
“Fuck!” I blurted out as I reached my steps. Nathan was perched there halfway up and, my Lord, he was looking fine.
“Is that a statement or a request?” He grinned mischievously at me, a grin that touched those amazing blue eyes.
Oh shit, he’s here...on my front porch. My heart slammed into my throat and I was pretty sure I had lost the ability to form a coherent sentence. “Hi?” was all I could manage to say. What was he doing here at three a.m.?
“I wanted to make sure you made it home safely,” he said, as if answering my silent question.
“Nut. Job,” I mouthed slowly to him.
He laughed, unveiling that beautiful, perfect, white-toothed smile that made his eyes even brighter. Then it happened. With that one smile, I surrendered to whatever it was inside of me I was fighting. I could no longer worry about how this story would end when all I wanted to do was start it.
I walked past him. “Want to come up for a beer or something?” I unlocked the door and waited for the impact of the rejection.
“Or something.”
I could hear the smirk in his tone. “Is that a statement or a request?” Ugh, what are you doing? Is this flirting? I silently sighed. Rachel had never been more correct—it had been too long.
“Lock the door behind you, please.” I started the two-flight journey to my apartment. We reached my door, and I took a deep breath while I unlocked it. We
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