“Yeah.”
“Are you going to reply?”
“I don’t know.It’s not like he asked anything specific.Just said I seemed real.”
Gav snorted.“Well, you are real.Real hot.Real moody.Real overdue for a haircut.”
Deflection, Gav’s go-to when he knew I was brooding, still-his words warranted a reaction.Which is why I threw a cushion at him.
Gav caught it, grinning.“So, what’s his name?”
I hesitated, not quite ready to voice my thoughts.
“Just...RWilson95.”
Gav’s eyes narrowed.“That sounds familiar.”
I shrugged, playing it cool.“Probably just a coincidence.”
But my heart was racing.
Because deep down, I didn’t think it was a coincidence at all.
Gav nodded, then stood.“I’ll leave you to it.But if you start writing poetry, I’m staging an intervention.”
I waited until Gav disappeared into the kitchen.
Then I unlocked my phone.
Typed slowly.
I stared at the words.Second-guessing whether I should delete Rick’s name.It was a gamble, and I wasn’t much of a gambling man.I was acting on a hunch.Before I could talk myself out of it.
I hit send.
Just as Gav called out, “Oi!Did you eat all the biscuits, or are you hiding them like a greedy little goblin?”
A faint smile tugs at my lips; Gavin can always be relied on to lighten my mood, or at least distract me.Tucking my phone away, I call back to Gav.
“Check the second shelf, you drama queen.”
