A what?
That’s a no then. Question… oh who cares: Who ARE YOU?
My smile must have made me look like an idiot as I stared down at my phone and imagined the face she would be pulling. Jedd left halfway through our game of going back and forth. Apparently I was too slow at replying and it was boring the fuck out of him. I swung my legs off the desk and stood to stretch my muscles before making my way out through the bar and heading outside.
Who do you want me to be?
I’m not playing anymore. Have a nice life, stranger. I hope you’ve had fun. I’m going to block your number now.
No, you’re not. You’re way too curious for that.
How do you know I’m curious?
Because you just replied. George.
Give me one more chance. Don’t waste your coffee. Order another one.
The user you have tried to reach is currentlyunavailable… Asshole!
Shame. I was about to deliver something to her that could change her life forever. I’ll find someone else a little less… volatile.
Now I’m insulted. You think I’m materialistic.
I do?
Obviously. I had a cheerleader friend in High School. She had money, so she’d bribe people to do things after they’d said no by suddenly pulling gifts out of the hat to make them change their minds. I hate to break it to you, bud, but I’m on the last of my nine lives… I’m not THAT curious!
I never said I had anything of worth to pass on. I just said it could change your life. Curses do that as well as gifts. Depends how much you like to live life on the edge, I guess. Your choice, Ayda Jane Hanagan. I can walk away now, or...
It was implied that it was something I would covet. *Sigh* If you kill me, my boyfriend will bring me back just to kill me all over again… How do I know this offering is worth the risk? How do I know you’re not baiting me into a trap?
You don’t. But what is your gut telling you to do?
I’m torn… Walk away and live to hunt you down and strangle you for being so fucking annoying OR risk getting murdered to stop a sleepless night of trying to figure out who you are and what the hell you want!
Want to know why I’m being so annoying?
Yes please! <~ See, I said please and everything!
Because one of my favorite things in life is seeing the way you turn your nose up and curl your top lip when you’re angry.
I don’t do that. You have the wrong Ayda… :-/
Really? Looks like you’re doing it right now. You really should at least acknowledge the other people around you, too. You’ve been staring at your cell for quite some time now. I think the old, hairy, fat guy is getting worried you’re having an affair. Wait. Is he the boyfriend?
Okay… You made me look. Where are you hiding?
Hiding? I’m not hiding. You just got to lift your head up a little higher and pay attention. You know, maybe check out the hot guy in the hat who happens to be behind the cash register ;)
You absolute BASTARD! GET OVER HERE!!!!!
She didn’t have to tell me twice, and as I flashed Janette a wink and tossed her Rusty’s hat, she caught it against her chest and smiled like a proud mother. Ayda thought she didn’t have a home of her own, and she thought she didn’t have any family apart from Tate and the men I’d introduced her to, but she was wrong on so many levels. More people loved her than she realized, and as I turned to give her my full attention, the sight of her baby blues lighting up the room as usual, I took a second to pat myself on the back for being one hell of a lucky bastard.
“Hey, darlin’,” I said quietly, slipping in beside her.
Her half laugh and lean into my shoulder were followed abruptly by a light slap on my chest. “That was the weirdest thing ever. I had no idea how to handle that situation. When the hell did you get a cell?”
“About two hours ago.” I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, my other hand digging into my pocket before I pulled the phone out and tossed it on the top of the table. “I am officially a modern day man. Just don’t ask me to do anythingquickly.”
