I flipped over and checked my phone. Six-thirty a.m.I could finally get up without having to give Nan an excuse.
I sat up and stretched out my neck.
My phone vibrated with a new text. If it was the group chat, Rose would kill Faith for texting at this hour. I unlocked my phone.
Huh, weird. An unknown number.
I clicked to open the message.
Morning Marissa, this is Scott.
Scott! I felt a tickle of butterfliesin my stomach.
Whoa, settle down there. I patted my stomach. Just friends, no need for flutters.
Scott: I hope you don’t mind that I have your number. Harry gave it to me for emergency purposes.
What happened?
Marissa: Oh no! Is there an emergency?
Scott: Sorry! No emergency. I guess I should've started with that.
I sighed and tried to calm down my heartandmy stomach. This man had way too much power over my body systems this morning.
Marissa: Well, now that my heart is racing, good morning to you.
I watched the dots appear as he typed and then vanish.
What was he going to say?
I hoped it wasn’t about all the personal bombshells last night. I would rather not dive back into that pool this early . . . or maybe ever. But part of me felt a little lighter knowing I told him on my own terms.
Scott: Um, I guess I just wanted to make sure you had my number too, in case of emergencies.
I couldn’t keep my grin from growing. We were work friends. This made total sense. Right? Like you know, as friends . . . sharing phone numbers.
Marissa: Thanks! I feel fully prepared should we have a law office emergency. =)
I hope the smile conveyed I was joking.
Scott: Thanks again for the help with Carol. It has been amazing not sleeping on the air mattress in the office or having you scare me awake. Still feel terrible about the bloody nose.
I grinned as I pictured Scott and his nervous expression rushing around the office trying to get me tissues and ice.
Marissa: Yes, let’s avoid the nose bleeds.
Scott: And you catching me with my shirt off . ..
I felt my cheeks heat as I pictured his arms flexing when he shoved the mattress into the box.
Marissa: I don’t know, that wasn’t so bad.
Wait! Crap! Unsend, unsend, unsend!
Scott: . . .
The typing dots appeared and then disappeared from the screen.
