“Thank you. You take good group photos,” she replies.
I can’t help the shit-eating grin on my face. “We’re hitting it off. I think we should take this conversation to dinner.”
“I already ate.”
“But did you have dessert?”
After a few seconds, she says, “I did not.”
“Let’s meet at Sebastian Joe’s in twenty minutes.”
“I don’t know …” The hesitation in her voice stirs the panic in my chest. Why does she have this effect on me?
“Well, I don’t know either, June.” I stand and kick around the shopping bags, looking for something to impress her. “That’s why we should have ice cream and find out.”
“Find out what?” She laughs.
“Whatever it is you need to know. Meet me and I promise you’ll have your answer before ten.” I pull a shirt out of the bag and smell it out of habit.
New shirts smell pretty damn good.
“Nothing weird?” she asks.
“I’ll get Oreo or peanut butter. Nothing weird like cinnamon or mocha.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know it’s not. Just walk out the door. Don’t overthink it.” I pull the phone away from my ear and shrug off my shirt.
“Fine,” she says.
Again, that unavoidable grin steals my face.
Chapter Four
June
“Where are you going?”my roommate, Ally, asks as I slide into the bathroom while she shaves her legs on the edge of the bathtub.
“Going for ice cream.”
She glances up from her leg as I apply lip gloss. “You have a date?”
“No.” I rub my lips together, eyeing her reflection in the mirror. “It’s just ice cream.”
“With a guy?”
I grin.
“Juju, you can’t drop that on me and then leave. Who is he? How did you meet? Is he cute? Duh. Of course, he’s cute. Is he sexy? Rich? A basketball player?”
I giggle, capping my lip gloss. “I met him at the gallery when I stopped on the tour to use the restroom.”
“Oh, so he’s into art. That means he’s rich.” She flips her sandy blond hair over her shoulder and bats her fake eyelashes at me.
“No. He’s definitely not rich. He was there with his boss.”
“So what’s his job?”
