“The loser?” heasked.
Harmony stiffened in her seat. “He’s not a loser, and I think he might have been a good match for me. I don’t know, but I want to tryagain.”
“If you leave, don’t expect me to takeyouback.”
Harmony bit the inside of her cheek to keep her face neutral. Take her back? They hadn’t even made it through the dinner portion of the date, and he acted like they were breaking up. No wonder his non-match was screaming for arefund.
And to think, Harmony might not have realized how awful Pax was if it wasn’t for her disastrous date with Dominick. She would have been too blinded by hislooks.
She’d made a mess of everything, and she could only hope Dominick would give her a secondchance.
Harmony pulled out a couple bills from her purse, and set them on the table as she stood up. “I know this isn’t enough to cover my half of the meal, but let’s pretenditis.”
“So you’re really leaving in the middle ofourdate?”
She nodded, and walked out of the restaurant, dialing Morgan before she made it tohercar.
“What didyou think when Harmony texted you several days afteryourdate?”
“That it must besome kind of violation of my privacyrights.”
8
“Have a nice day,”the barista behind the counter said to Dominick as she handed him a large cup ofcoffee.
It was not his favorite coffee shop, but Dominick didn’t want to risk seeing Harmony after their horrible date together. She’d never noticed him before, and he’d always wanted her to. Now, he’d do anything to become invisibleagain.
And while Lakeland had no shortage of coffee shops, Dominick hated driving the extra five minutes to go somewhere else. Unfortunately, he had a huge paper due the following week and needed all the energy hecouldget.
Conrad had tagged along this morning for some reason, and the two stood waiting for the guy behind the counter to finish making his drink. The pleasant aroma of roasted coffee beans filledtheair.
“You are so boring, Nicky,” Conrad announced seemingly out ofnowhere.
Dominick’s head jerked up. “Don’t call me that. And why am Iboring?”
“Your plain cup of coffee.” Conrad pointed to the extra-large cup in Dominick’shands.
He chuckled. “It’s better than your triple-shot, frozen white-mochawhatever.”
Conrad ignored him. “Why do you need that much coffee anyway? I think that’s like, three days’ worth ofcaffeine.”
“Oh yeah? Are you the food pyramid police now?” Dominick asked with a wide smile on his face. “I think you have pizza at least five nightsaweek.”
The guy behind the counter called out Conrad’s name, and he grabbed his fancy drink. “I’m just saying, it’s almost eight. It seems a little late to be loading uplikethat.”
Dominick rose his brows. “A lot of college students drink coffee much later than this. It’s not thatstrange.”
“It is for you. You’re all ‘early to bed, early to rise. I keep a regular schedule, and I think that will makemewise.’”
The two walked out of the shop and got into Dominick’s car. “That’s not how Ben Franklin’s saying goes. You know that,right?”
“Like it matters. You’ve been acting strange lately. I want to know what’s going on with you. Don’t you dare say it’s that coffee shopchick.”
“Harmony.”
Conrad shook his head. “Exactly.”
Had Conrad noticed that he hadn’t been able to sleep in days? Dominick had been replaying the date over and over again in his head. He was exhausted from lack of sleep and never had he felt like he needed coffee more thanthisweek.
