“Sounds good.”
“Will you call me?” Claire bit down on her lip, and I noticed the red spot of blood appear. She’d split it at some point, and her actions had just opened it up again. Reaching across the bar, I snagged a napkin and handed it to her.
“Your lip’s bleeding.”
“Oh, shit.”
Embarrassment flooded her cheeks turning them pink as she dabbed at her lip, wincing with every touch. “That better?” she asked, turning back to me.
“Yep.”
“Thanks. I better get back to it then.” Sliding off the stool, Claire stuffed the napkin in her pocket before turning back to face me.
“I’ll leave you to it. Take care of yourself, Claire.”
“I will.”
“Good.”
“Call me soon. We’ll catch up. I bet you still can’t beat me on the dunes,” she threw in trying to deflect.
“If I call, will you answer?” I teased back.
“Guess you’ll just have to call to find out.”
Minx!
With a wink, she scurried around the bar, putting three feet of mahogany between us before leaning over and beckoning me forward with her finger. Unable to resist her, I moved forward expecting her to tell me a secret. To whisper something in my ear. Something dirty I hoped.
“You’re a good guy, Seth. Thanks for being such a great friend.”
Ouch!
Fucking ouch!
Had I just been friend-zoned?
