I leave her standing there, making my way through the room to find a quiet place to collect myself. When I step outside the room into the hall, I’m surprised to find Clint leaning against the wall.
“Hey. Everyone is taking their seats,” I tell him. Not because I want him to find his seat, but because Iris deserves to have her date in there with her. I don’t want her being alone.
“Thanks.” He pushes away from the wall and walks my way.
When he stops next to me, I wonder if this is it. If this is when he tells me that he plans to marry her or some other statement that makes it clear I need to back off.
I’m surprised when he pats my shoulder instead.
“She is an amazing woman. You know it. I know it. Hell, anyone who meets her knows it. She wants you to make a move.She needs it to be you. So, no matter how much your brain is telling you it won’t work, take the leap. You won’t be sorry.”
My mouth falls open as he heads back into the room.
I thought they were dating. She called him a friend. Maybe I was reading more into it than I should have. Maybe they are just friends.
They have to be because there is no way that man has a chance to keep Iris to himself, yet he is giving me tips on going for her. That would be dumb.
The question is, do I take his advice?
Chapter
Twenty-Three
IRIS
“Did you have fun tonight?”Clint asks as we wait for the light to change.
“All things considered, yes. What about you?” I ask, my mind still on Max.
Being in his arms was like a dream come true. Things between us were different tonight. I could feel the tension building.
I think he would have kissed me if I had asked him to.
“I had a beautiful date on my arm, and I got a woman’s phone number. I have nothing to complain about.” He smirks.
“Oh, who was it?” I ask, turning to give him my full attention.
“Her name was Paris. She made sure to tell me that she’s not a fan of the city she’s named after and she’s a model.”
“Oh, sounds fancy. Are you going to call her?”
He shrugs. “I might. I don’t know. Right now I think I’m keeping my options open.”
“You dog, you,” I tease, making him laugh.
“Hey, last I checked, we are just friends. Unless you’ve changed your mind?” he asks, raising a brow.
“You know I haven’t.” I turn and look out the window.
“You two looked awfully close on the dance floor. For a second I thought you two were going to kiss,” he tells me.
I did too.
“It was nice. I have always loved dancing.”
“Babe, I hate to break it to you, but you should never say anything with a guy is nice. It’s like the kiss of death.”
I roll my eyes. “It is not.”
