“I knew it.” She laughs. “You totally have a thing for him.”
“I mean, yeah. Have you met the guy?”
“He’s a bit prickly, but he’s nice.”
“That’s what I like about him.” I shrug. “I love his grumpy side, because deep down, I know there’s another side of him. One that only really I get to see.”
“Does he know how you feel?”
“No,” I mutter.
“Why haven’t you told him? Because I can tell you, that man has it bad for you too.”
That has me doing a double take. “No.” I shake my head. “You’re mistaken. It’s complicated, but I can tell you he doesn’t like me like that.”
“Whatever you say, but I have eyes. I wouldn’t write it off. Either way, you have nothing to worry about from me. He’s not my type.”
“What?” I gasp, looking at her with wide eyes. “How isn’t he your type? He’s cute. No, not cute, sexy. Sexy as hell. He’s sweet, kind, and funny when he opens up. He’s like the whole package.”
She looks like she’s seconds away from busting out laughing.
“What?” I growl.
“He’s not my type, because he’s not a girl.”
“Oh...Ohhhh.” I shake my head, grinning at my stupidity.
“But it’s nice to know just how much you like him.” She giggles.
“Is it bad of me to say I’m glad you like girls?” I shoot her a sheepish smile.
“Nah. Makes me happy you won’t look at me like you wanna kill me. I must say though, I like Blake, so I plan on making him a friend. We vibe. So, you’re going to see a lot more of me.”
“Fine.” I sigh. “Just as long as you don’t take up all his free time. That's my job.”
“Man, you're really crushing on him badly, aren't you?”
“You have no idea.”
As I drop her off and say goodbye, what she said plays in my mind.
Between what Tabitha said, and now Bailey, could it be true? Could Blake really have feelings for me? Tabby said to be patient and maybe she has a point.
I’m smiling like a fool the whole way home. I know I shouldn’t get hopeful that something is building between us, but it’s too late.
Chapter 14
Blake
“Is something going on between you and Cooper?” Bailey surprises me by asking.
Looking up from my textbook, I frown. “What? No. Of course not,” I reply defensively, as my heart starts to race.
“You sure about that?” The corner of her lip twitches with a smile.
“Why? What would make you think that?”
“Last weekend at work, the man looked seconds away from murdering me.” She shrugs, smiling as she averts her eyes back to her textbook.
