He laughs. “I’m just thinking about how having to be with kids all the time must be the worst job in the world. I buy condoms by the boatload to avoid that situation.”
“I like kids. I thought I’d have a few of them by now.”
“Not me. That’s not in my future.”
“It’s not in mine either because I can’t find a man with daddy potential.”
“I’m not touching that,” he says, making me laugh.
My glass creates a ring of moisture on the bar top. I grab a coaster and slide it under the drink.
“Gav!” a voice yells from the back.
He holds up a finger and disappears behind the swinging doors into the kitchen again. I start to text Calista the dollar pictures when a text pops up.
Calista: I did some digging.
Me: STOP.
Calista: You don’t even know the guy you’re moving in with, Megs. Someone has to look out for you.
Me:
Calista: He doesn’t have an online presence AT ALL. Nothing.
Me: That’s a good thing.
Calista: That’s a weird thing.
Me: Will you relax?
Calista: What if he’s a creep? What if he has some kink, and you wake up in the middle of the night, and he’s standing in the corner with his dick in his hand?
Me: Then that’ll be more dick than I’ve seen in a while.
Calista: I AM BEING SERIOUS.
I consider telling her about Diesel Guy but stop short of spilling the goods. Instead, she’ll call me for all the details I don’t have.
I’ll wait until we’re face-to-face.
Gavin comes through the doorway with a bag.
Me: I’ll call you tomorrow. My food is here. Thanks for having my best interest at heart.
Calista: Love you, fool.
I laugh and set the phone on the counter.
“The kitchen thought this was to go,” Gavin says, frowning. “I’ll grab a plate.”
“No, that’s fine—perfect, actually. I’d rather take it back to my room and get myself sorted for tomorrow anyway.”
He sets the bag on the counter. A coy smile plays on his lips. “Are you nervous?”
“A little. It’s growing as I sit here.”And think about Calista’s warnings. I reach for the cash in my pocket. “I should’ve drunk my dinner.”
“Put your money away. Dinner is on me,” Gavin says.
