That’s a frustrating dose of reality first thing on a bright and sunny spring Sunday.
It’s my turn to stand up quickly. “Are you guys all ready?” I ask the teens, abruptly.
Moving into my apartment is just the distraction I need.
They all stop laughing. One blinks and nods. “Sure, miss.”
“Then let’s get a move on, please.”
Move in today.
Go pick up my presumably second place ribbon at the festival.
Then start my new job.
That’s what I need to focus on.
Even as I mentally scold myself, my thoughts drift to the way Ian stared intently down at me as he slid his hard…
Damn it.
So much for focusing on the practical.
Chapter Eleven
Ian
As I hightail it out of the diner, I’m annoyed with myself.
I don’t even know if I’m running away from the idea of internet commentary or if I’m actually running away from Winnie.
And the way she makes me feel.
Like I could fall in love with her.
Which is insane.
Right?
We’re total opposites.
I don’t know how that could possibly work.
I’m being standoffish with her and I know it and I hate that it’s making her uncomfortable.
But I can’t seem to stop myself. I need to pull back for I get sucked in too deep.
My phone dings with a text notification. I glance at it as I head down the street toward home to figure out if I need to make a statement about the video or not.
Fuck.
It’s the group chat with my brothers. I know this isn’t going to be good.
I sigh and brace myself for harassment.
I get it. In spades.
HOT BOURBON GUY?? Who comes up with this shit??
