But would it work?
I fucking hoped so.
Operation getting Bronson had commenced.
I waited until I made it home that night and for Arielle to be off work. A pretty good friend of mine.
Me – I need a favor.
Arielle – Name it.
Me – Tell your brother that I’ll pay him a hundred bucks if he will go out to dinner with me, and act like it’s a date.
Arielle – OH. I like this.
Arielle – Hang on.
Five minutes later.
Arielle – He’s in.
Arielle –*Hans’ contact info*
The reason why Hans was perfect?
He is gay, and so in love with his partner, it’s adorably sweet.
I rubbed my hands together and shimmied in my bed.
It would need to be the perfect time.
And if this didn’t work to light a fire under his ass... well... I didn’t know what I was going to do.
***
It wastheday, and tonight I was going out on my so-called date with Hans.
But for now, I sat on a picnic table in Frank and Misty’s backyard for an impromptu barbecue.
I was watching Bronson and Madalyn playing horseshoes.
And every so often, I would catch Bronson looking at me, but when I caught him doing that, he looked away.
That was something that hurt.
What I didn’t know was that my wanting him was written all over my face.
And I knew that it was when Everly walked over to me, smiled, and said, “Talk to me.”
So, I shared.
I told her about my conversation with Bronson and what he said. I told her everything.
The only thing I left out was what he had shared with me about his past. And the day we spent buying things for the community center.
Then I shared my plans with her, about going out on a date and trying to light a fire under his ass.
Once I was finished, I said, “If this doesn’t work, Everly... I might have to figure out a way to get him out of my system. Entirely.”
