I blink, surprised at the sincerity in his voice. I can tell he’s sorry. I can tell he means it.
I gaze up at him. “It’s okay. We’re good.”
His broad shoulders fall as he exhales, his pained expression easing. Like he couldn’t take the thought of me being mad at him.
And something about that sends tingles through my body.
His jaw works as he looks at me. “I know you said you didn’t want to work together anymore. And I don’t blame you for not wanting to be around me. But can we give this another try? I promise I won’t screw it up.”
The look in his eyes is shy as he gazes at me. I can tell just how much he wants to do this together. And the strangest thing? I do too.
“Okay. Let’s do it,” I say.
He grins wide, and it makes my tummy flip again. “Are you free Wednesday? We could meet at my place after you get done with work and start hashing everything out.”
“Sounds perfect.”
He walks around to the driver’s side of my car and opens the door for me while I slide in.
He leans down. “Don’t forget the seatbelts, ladies.”
Auntie laughs. We say goodbye and he shuts the door. As I pull into traffic, he waves at us. We wave back.
“Well. He’s an impressive young man,” Auntie says as I drive home.
I bite back a smile. “Maybe he is.”
Chapter 8
Liam
My doorbell rings. That’s Kendall.
Nerves crash through me. I glance at the takeout I ordered sitting on the kitchen island.
For a second, I doubt myself. Was it weird that I ordered food for tonight without telling her? Or asking what she was in the mood for?
I thought it would be nice to surprise her after she’s worked all day, but now I’m second-guessing myself. We used to do this in college when we would hang out. Whenever I’d come over to her place, she’d order takeout and we’d eat and hang out. I’d do the same when she’d come over to my place.
But maybe she’ll be upset that I’m reminding her of our college days? Especially since that’s when we fell out…even though I can’t think of why it happened in the first place…even though she’s still obviously bothered by whatever I did.
I think back to what she said at the engagement party.
You haven’t changed much since college, have you?
I’ve been racking my brain since then and I can’t figure out what she’s talking about. All I remember is her pulling back in our friendship halfway through junior year. That’s when she started to get distant, and we started fighting more and more.
I take a breath and silently tell myself to stop freaking out. I’m probably reading way too much into this.
I walk to the door and answer it. “Hey.”
I try not to stare at her standing there looking gorgeous. She’s wearing a simple blouse and skirt, and her long, dark hair is loose and falling around her shoulders. She looks fucking incredible. She always does.
Tonight she’s wearing those dark-rimmed glasses that drive me wild every time I see her in them. She doesn’t wear them often. I’ve seen her in them maybe a couple dozen times since I’ve known her. In college, she wore them whenever she started to get a headache from staring at her computer for too long.
She always looks like a sexy librarian when she wears them. I still remember the first time I saw her in them. I was stopping over at Aidan’s apartment while he was helping her study for some grad school entrance exam. I looked at her and I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head.
And that’s when I realized I had a thing for hot women who wear glasses.
