“I will!” I said. “I’m not going to sit at home alone and drink wine the whole time!”
Tara flashed me a smile as she walked out the door. It was good to have friends like that. Who needed boys when you had girls to pick you up?
I reached into my pocket, grabbed my phone, and paused.
Connor had texted me.
I’d set up my phone so I had to unlock it to see what someone had said, and I had to admit, the whole thing left me a little terrified. We hadn’t spoken at all since Friday; what the hell could he have to say at this point? That he enjoyed it but wasn’t interested in a second date?
That would have been oddly polite for him, but also very out of character. I didn’t imagine a guy like Connor explained his lack of interest in a second date a lot, ignoring the fact that he probably didn’t have many first dates, just first nights.
Still…
I unlocked my phone with my heartbeat rising and opened my messages. I clicked on Connor’s name and started reading.
“Hang again soon?”
That was it.
But…
That was it!
No saying anything to me. No telling me to fuck off. Not that he would have, but…
I had to calm myself. I couldn’t act like a stupid teenager, caught by the whims of the moment. I couldn’t go from saying bikers were stupid to Tara and bitching about them to suddenly turning into a drooling girl begging for a chance with him.
But Ididwant to go out with him again.
And keeping in mind Tara’s words about going slow, I decided I would—in the right way.
* * *
Six hours later, at the end of my shift, I texted Connor back and told him that I would be free Saturday or Sunday.
Maybe this was one of the dumbest moves I’d ever made, but the way I saw it, the worst that would happen had already gone down on our first date.
And we were still seeing each other again.
