“You should have gotten his number,” she points out.
“I’m happy waiting to see if he reaches out.”
“And if he does, will you see him again?”
“He said he’s not dating right now.”
“So? Neither are you, right? There’s nothing wrong with making a new friend.”
“We’ll see,” I muse, turning my attention to the passing buildings. “I’m not sure I have the energy for new friends.”
“Hey, what are you trying to say about the old ones?” Casey teases.
The journey passes quickly, and before I know it, Kodie is pulling up outside my parents’ house.
After saying goodnight, I quietly let myself into the house, and with a bottle of water in hand, I make my way up to my bedroom.
As I close my door, my cell buzzes in my purse.
My heart skips a beat at the thought of it being him. I can’t decide if it’s cute or a little too keen.
I kick my sneakers off and lower my purse to the dresser before pulling my cell out.
But it isn’t my new friend who’s waiting; it’s my boss.
Cole: Thanks for coming tonight. I hope you enjoyed the game.
11
COLE
Iknow I shouldn’t have sent that message last night, but I couldn’t help myself.
I watched her leave. I knew she didn’t go home with that guy, but still, there was something stirring inside me that I didn’t like.
I wanted to have the final say.
For all I knew, the two of them continued messaging all night and she fell asleep thinking about him. But I like to think that wasn’t the case and that the final person she spoke to yesterday was me. Well…okay, the final person she heard from, anyway.
Because she read it.
But she didn’t reply.
As I lay in bed with my cell in my hand, waiting, a million and one reasons why she wasn’t responding spun around my head.
It was stupid. Freya is my chef. I should be happy that she found someone who made her laugh the way she did last night. But I’m really fucking struggling to be.
I was about to ignore my teammates, my friends, and go marching over there and offer to buy her a drink. Only, I never got the chance.
Even as I sit here now, going through my emails, irritation still burns through me.
We’d already agreed that she’d come in later today. I had overnight oats and a bowl of fresh fruit waiting for me when I got up, and I sat alone at my kitchen island and ate it in silence.
It sucked.
I still want to hear her thoughts on the game last night. I want to know if she enjoyed herself and if she’s planning on coming again on Monday. I also…damn it…I want to know about the guy.
I’m reading a long-ass email from my agent when my cell buzzes to let me know she’s arrived.
