“And they say romance is dead!” Susie said with a giggle.
* * *
I peekedat the card again after she left.
All of the sex pictures and sexy messages I’d been sending him had been slowly building up my desire for Hunter. I took off my shirt, pushing one of the bouquets under my tits, and snapped a few pictures.
Hunter:I knew those flowers would look good on you.
Meg:It’s too bad you didn’t lose.
Hunter:Of course you’re salty about that.
Meg:Because I had a big consolation prize all planned for you.
Meg:But I guess that’s not happening now.
Hunter:Shit. You should have told me.
Meg:I figured after that literal flaming disaster, they would have just thrown you out.
Hunter:I’ll come by tonight. I have to finish my family stuff.
Meg:I don’t know if I can wait that long.
Hunter:Not for that. I mean obviously I’m going to fuck your brains out. But let me take you out on a date.
Maybe Hunter was serious? But was I? Sex with Hunter was one thing… we all made mistakes. Dating was in the forgive-and-forget territory.
What if he’s changed?
But had he?
Hunter:Girl Meets Fig has their new rooftop open. I know you like a skyline view.
I did love a skyline view.
Meg:Okay, sounds fun.
I regretted it as soon as I sent the message. A date with Hunter? The last time I had been on a date with him had been years ago. Ever since then, our interactions had been acrimonious, or sexual, or sexually acrimonious. A date was… you had to make friendly, flirty conversation. You weren’t supposed to call the guy who was paying for your dinner a self-absorbed psychopath. You had to dress up.
Crap. I literally didn’t have anything to wear.
I pawed through my closet, trying to talk myself off the ledge.
Meg:Help! Hunter wants to go on a date!
Kate:Good! Reel him in.
Meg:I thought you were on Team Walter.
Kate:I’m on Team Meg. I know how you pined after Hunter.
Meg:I didn’t pine.
Kate:You did. It was pathetic. But he is good-looking, and remember when he ordered us that fantastic breakfast?
Meg:It was a nice breakfast.
