Leah was grinning at me like the cat that got the cream.
“Right, let’s go and get in bed and watch movies,” I said, ignoring her grin.
“Andhe knew you were quotingPretty Womanwhen you were on about the broccoli thing.”
“Shut up, Leah.” I’d caught that, too. It was cute.
“He’s, like, your perfect match.”
“Shut up, Leah.”
“He’s very sexy.”
He was. I pushed my lips together to stop myself from smiling. “If I hear another word out of you about it I’m going to change my flights and go home.” I shifted out the booth and then we were in the oppressive heat.
“Let’s get a cab back to Daniel’s,” I said, holding out my arm.
“Ok, just one more thing, and then I’ll shut up.” I didn’t say anything. “I saw you give him your phone. Did he give you his number?”
I shrugged as I moved toward the cab that had pulled in.
“Is that a yes?”
“I’ve not looked. I guess he did.”
“And did he ask you out again?”
Had he? I couldn’t remember. He’d said something. His touch had been distracting. I could still feel him between my legs.
I shrugged again. “I can’t remember.”
“You can’t remember if someone who looks like that asked you out?” Leah scoffed. “He’s almost as handsome as Daniel.”
“He’s way hotter.” I grinned.
“I knew you liked him!”
“I didn’t say I didn’t know he was hot. Jesus. I slept with him. I’m clearly attracted to him. I’m just not interested in having more than one night. With anyone.”
“Who said anything about a relationship?” Leah asked. “Just enjoy afling and see where it goes.”
“It’s not going anywhere. It’s not like I’m going to bump into him again.”
“He’s going to call you.”
“Whatever.”
This waswhat vacations were all about. Wrapped up in the world’s softest duvet, in PJs, eating chocolate and watching movies. Leah and I were arguing over which movie to play next. Obviously, we’d started withPretty Woman. Although Leah protested about watching it for the millionth time with me, I knew she secretly loved it.
“There’s no way I’m watchingThe Vow. It’s a bullshit film,” I said.
“You know it’s not bullshit. It’s one of your favorite films ever. But we don’t have to watch it if it’s going to make your mood plummet farther downhill. What aboutSweet Home Alabama?”
“If it hasn’t got Ryan Gosling in it, I’m not interested.”
“You don’t think Josh Lucas is hot?”
“I’m not saying he’s not hot. I just think Ryan is hotter.”
