“Well, if that’s the case, I’m FaceTiming you.” I look down at my phone and hit the FaceTime button.
“Den—” she says, trying to stop me before the phone connects by video. She’s still at the pool, working. “I’m going to get in trouble.” She’s looking around nervously before staring right into the camera. “You’re a troublemaker, you know that?”
“Our schedules sucked this week, and I want a second date.” I love watching her cheeks blush with a tinge of pink as she bites down on her bottom lip. “What about tomorrow night?”
“Tomorrow is the luau,” she reminds me.
“Shoot. Right. I’ve only been looking forward to that for the entire last week. I made sure Noa didn’t put me on the schedule for tomorrow night because I can’t miss your show a second time in a row.”
“It’s not my show, silly.”
“You’re the only star I’ll see,” I tell her, making it sound as corny as it is.
“Oh boy, you’re a ham,” she counters.
“As long as I’m nottheham, it’s all good.”
Her lips quirk, and she shakes her head. “You are something else.”
“What about Sunday night?” I ask her.
“I’m free Sunday,” she says.
“It’s a second date then. Although, I suppose a lot can happen between now and then, so maybe we shouldn’t put a number on it,” I tell her.
“You’re awfully optimistic, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” I confirm.
“I hate to disappoint you, Denver, but I’ve been told I have the patience of a saint.”
“Who told you that, exactly?” I tease.
A look of shock quivers through her lips. “Are you questioning me?” Her hair blows in the wind, and the sound of static hits the mic on her phone. I almost forgot she was still working.
“You should go before someone drowns behind your back.”
“I should,” she says, looking around again. “What time do you have to be at work tonight?”
“Six,” I tell her.
“I’ll be at your house at four-thirty. I have your address now too, thanks to Aya,” she says with a smile.
“Can’t wait.” I give her a wink. “Enjoy the rest of your day, beautiful.”
Kai seems a little winded as she waves goodbye rather than saying anything. The moment I hang up the phone, I realize I have four stacks of boxes in the middle of the living room, and furniture pieces still covered with plastic that was dropped into places I don’t plan to keep them in. Then there’s the whole no food thing too. Shit.
“Aya,” I call out, noticing she’s run off, likely to find her bedroom. I follow the sound of feet slapping against the floor, picturing Aya doing spins around the mostly empty room. “Did you find your room?”
“It’s humongous and purple!”
“I’m glad you like it, sweetpea.”
“I can’t wait to show Kai tonight. She’s going to help me decorate.”
“With what?” I ask, laughing.
“Stuff,” she responds curtly.
