“That’s an interesting way to say that. Well, I’m not looking for anything serious. I’m obviously not in a place where I can focus any attention on a relationship.”
“I can work with that.”
“You sure about that? You’re not going to turn all clingy and need to be in my business all day ever day?”
“I’m not really the clingy type.” I arch an eyebrow at her.
“We’ll see. Well, this has been lovely, but I’ve got errands to run. Maybe I’ll see you around, Chris.” She winks and leaves me momentarily stunned.
“Wait! Not even going to give me your phone number?”
She pauses before she turns toward the door. “I’m afraid I didn’t hear a question in there.”
“Damn, woman.” I huff out a laugh. “Can I please have your number? I’d really like to get together again some time.”
“Hand me your phone.” She holds out her hand, trying to play it cool, but I see the edge of a smile.
I’ve never been into a woman who busts my balls to this level, but damn, she’s doing it for me. I hand her my phone.
Nova quickly punches in her number before calling herself and handing it back. “You better feel special, Surfer Boy. I never give my number out.”
“Consider me feeling extra special then. We may have to work on the nickname, though. I’m afraid I don’t surf.”
“Pity.” She pouts before spinning on her heel and heading out the front door.
What a fucking whirlwind that woman is.
I can’t wait to see what else she throws my way.
Chapter 6
Nova
Nearly a week has gone by since the coffee date or get-together—whatever—with Chris. I’ve been playing hardball, and he’s biting hook, line, and sinker. I’m playing the long game, though. I mean, hell, I put my life on hold for over a year now, so what’s a couple more months in order to reach my end goal?
Except you’re starting to actually like Chris.
That may be true, but it won’t deter me from my plans. I need to get in a room with Oscar Cano, and I need to kill him. My plans to do it slowly so he suffers, just like Charlie did, have been put on the back burner. Now I realize that just getting close to the man will be a challenge, so it doesn’t really matter how I do it, as long as he knows thewhy.
My phone buzzes on the kitchen counter, distracting me from my plans.
Surfer Boy:
Are you at Bella’s tonight?
Me:
No “hello” or “how’d you sleep”?
Surfer Boy:
Nova, baby, how are you? Did you sleep okay?
Laughter bursts from me. He’s growing on me … a lot.
Me:
I slept very well. Thank you for asking. You’re such a gentleman.
