“Oh,”
“And I want to be more than her friend or a casual shag.”
“Right.” He’s taken me by surprise.
“But I’m not sure if she sees me the same way. Me and Tommy, we’re chalk and cheese. How do I compete with a guy like him?”
A sense of protecting Scott washes over me. He has to know he’s worth more than he gives himself credit for. Granted, once upon a time, I could have kicked him where it hurts, but he isn’t that little shit anymore. He’s trustworthy, strong, a good man, and any woman would be lucky to have him.
“You know it’s probably a good thing, Scott, don’t you see? Why would she want a carbon copy replacement of Tommy? She might just like you because youarethe complete opposite of him. Have you thought about that?”
“Okay, Calla. Are you the only girl on the planet who doesn’t fancy that bloke?”
“Looks aren’t everything, and even if they were, you’d give him a run for his money.”
Scott laughs out the words, “Oh, get lost.”
“I mean it. Haven’t you noticed our waitress giving you the eye?”
He screws his face up. “Don’t make things up to make me feel better.”
“I’m not. You made her blush when you looked at her. Poor girl.”
“Really?” Scott turns around in his seat, scanning the place for the girl he’s unwittingly charmed. I get his attention back when I ask, “How will you play this going forward? Are you going to ask Angie to give things a go?”
Scott faces me again and plays aimlessly with his paper napkin. “I’m not sure she even likes me in that way. We haven’t confronted the situation.”
“Then maybe you should.”
“And you wouldn’t mind?”
“Not in the slightest.”
Scott leans over the table. “Thank you.”
“Nothing to thank me for.”
“You know what I mean. You could have shot me down but, you’ve been great.” He smiles. “Now I’ve just got to convince Angie we’re a good thing.”
“I’m afraid I can’t help you there because I’m not meant to know, remember?” I raise my brows, causing him to laugh. “But” I continue, “if it works out with you two, look after her, okay? Don’t break her heart.”
“I won’t,” Scott says, leaning back so the waitress can place our mains in front of us and he can get a good look at her.
“One Margherita for you.” Did she just wink at Scott?
“And a Hawaiian for you,” she chirps. I expect her toleave us, but instead, she says, “I hope you don’t mind me asking but, are you two together?”
“Oh no, this is my sister.” Scott smiles.
“Ahh.” She grins back. “Then I wondered if I could have your number?”
“Me?” Scott is so shocked, his cheeks turn red. Our waitress was a little mouse when she first appeared at our table—way to go on asking my brother out.
“You know, if you fancied a drink or something,” she continues.
His eyes widen and he gives me a sideways glance. “I’m sorry…” he pauses a second and looks at her name badge, “…Mindy, but I’m kind of seeing someone.”
The poor girl blushes all over again. “Oh, that’s a no then. Never mind. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”
