“I wish I knew, babe. But I’d like to think when the right guy comes along, maybe we’ll just know to take the leap?”
I should listen to my own teachings. My thoughts have been all over the place since meeting Stetson. There’s something about him that’s different than most men I’ve been with, or even met, for that matter. But I’m not sure that’s enough. It’s not likely we’ll see each other often—if at all.
“Yeah. You’re probably right.”
“Did you want to call him and cancel? We can stay in, order sushi, and eat our body weight in ice cream?” I walk to stand in front of her, my hands reaching out to hold hers. “I don’t mind at all. You know I’m not interested in whoever this other guy is, anyway.”
“You’re such a team player, Cove Davenport.” Betsy smiles at me. “But no. I want to go. I need to get out of this house. Besides, we didn’t get dressed to look this hot for nothing. Worst case, we get a free dinner in the city out of it, right?”
I pull my best friend in for a hug. “I like the way you think. Now, let me look at you.” I pull back and whistle dramatically, knowing it’ll make Betsy laugh even more. “Damn, girl. Let me hit that.”
With her bright red hair, pin-straight down her back, Betsy looks like a model during New York Fashion Week in her formfitting, silver satin maxi dress and kitten heels. She’s the epitome of elegant and sexy.
Perfect for a night out in Miami.
I went for a classier look as well. My long black hair is in a slicked-back ponytail, and I settled on a cobalt-blue strapless, two-piece pant set. My clear platform heels make me appear taller than I already am, and the boost of confidence it gives me feels wondrous.
Betsy nudges me playfully, saying we’ll head out as soon as she grabs her purse. I grab mine and lean against the counter when my phone pings in my leather clutch.
I examine the message.
Unknown:
Favorite color?
Who is this?
Unknown:
I’ll give you a hint. You have my jacket.
Stetson.
I add his number to my contacts. Maybe if I keep his name professional, I’ll be more inclined to behave that way, too.
You.
Mr. Cole:
Me.
How’d you get my number?
Mr. Cole:
You’d be surprised how much I could find out about you if I tried. But I won’t, so don’t go freaking out on me. I asked your boss. Claimed I needed it in case I wanted to request you on my jet again.
You what?????
Mr. Cole:
I’m sorry if I overstepped. But I wanted to see you again.
Does this mean you’re still in Miami?
Mr. Cole:
Indeed. So, Cove? Can I see you again?
