"Looking forward to having you on board, Meredith."
She laughs. "You have one heck of an opinion of yourself, you know that?"
I chuckle. "I need only the best people on my team."
"Flattery will most certainly get you the world." She raises her hand in farewell.
I straighten and she pulls away. I wait as she reverses the car, then drives off.
I head toward my apartment building, when a whine reaches me. I stop, look around to find a pair of bright eyes staring at me from beneath a shrub.
There's another whine, a short bark, then a puppy crawls toward me. It's thin body shivers, ribs visible under its skin. I frown. Is it the same one from last night? The puppy I'd found behind the dumpster? I sink to my haunches as the little mite pauses in front of me. It sniffs at my sneakers, then plants its haunches on the ground, and stares up at me
"You okay, little bugger?" I pet its head and it whines again. "Are you hungry?" It doesn't have a collar. I glance around, but there's no-one in sight. “Where the hell did you come from? How did you find your way here, huh?"
The puppy turns its head, and licks my fingers. Something softens in my chest. I pick up the little critter, slide him inside my jacket.
"Now... What should I call you?"
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Summer
"Slap, slap, kiss, kiss."
"Huh?" I stare up at the bartender.
"Aka, there's a thin line between love and hate." He shakes out the crimson liquid into my glass.
"Nah." I snort. "Why would she allow him to control her, and after he insulted her?"
"It’s the chemistry between them." He lowers his head, "You have to admit that when the man is arrogant and the woman resists, it’s a challenge to both of them, to see who blinks first, huh?"
"Why?" I wave my hand in the air, "Because they hate each other?"
"Because," he chuckles, "the girl in school whose braids I pulled and teased mercilessly, is the one who I?—"
"Proposed to?" I huff.
His face lights up. "You get it now?"
Yeah. No.A headache begins to pound at my temples. This crash course in pop psychology is not why I came to myfavorite bar in Islington, to meet my best friend, who is—I glance at the face of my phone—thirty minutes late.
I inhale the drink, and his eyebrows rise.
