He shrugs. “Doesn’t everyone have some kind of nickname?”
I shake my head, taking another sip. “Not me. Everyone’s always called me Kara.”
“Really? Your parents never called you anything but Kara?”
“I mean, besides sweetheart or baby girl, no. You can’t really shorten Kara,” I tease.
“Then, what is your last name?”
“Parsons.”
He tilts his head like he’s in thought. “Hmm … I’m going to think about this one. You can’t really shorten Parsons either, and KP doesn’t really fit you.”
I shake my head even more. “KP sounds like a guy’s name.”
“Yeah, you’re way too beautiful for a nickname like that. I’m going to think of one though. I’ll need to get to know you better in order to do so.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, it’s now my official duty to come up with a nickname for you, so you’ll have to give me your number, and then we’ll have to go on a few dates because one will definitely not be enough to come up with something so important.”
I nod, holding up my finger at him. “I think we can make that happen, but you have to promise me one thing.”
“Anything,” he says so smoothly with a sexy grin.
“You can’t blend our names.”
He squints, like he’s thinking in his mind how they would blend, then starts laughing out loud when he picks up what I meant.
“Yeah, I agree with you there.Carelesswould not be okay.”
I give him a big smile. “Good.”
“So, then I can get your number?”
I hold out my hand, silently asking him to hand me his phone. He reaches in his back pocket, pulls out his phone, unlocks it, and hands it to me. I take a second and stare at his home screen, where there are only two apps and a graphic that says,God created firefighters so policemen had someone to look up to.
I turn it to face him with a laugh.
He shrugs. “My older brother is a police officer, so it’s a thing between us.”
“I get that then.”
I click on his Phone app and enter my number, then close it and hand it back to him. He opens it up and clicks around before giving me the side-eye.
I stand and grab my purse. “It’s in there, I promise. Once you give me a nickname, you can update it in your phone. See you later, Fed.”
I walk around the table he’s sitting at and head toward the door, only looking back once as I exit to see if he’s watching and trying not to blush when I see he is.
I exit the bar and instantly pick up my phone and call my friend Nikki.
“How did it go?” she whispers into the phone as her greeting.
“Are you at work?” I whisper back even though there’s no reason for me to be doing so.
“Yes, but I saw your name and had to know how it went!”
Nikki is a nurse who works all kinds of hours, so I shouldn’t be surprised she’s at work right now.
