“But that’s ridiculous,” Josie scoffed. “If you’re going to get to know someone, you don’t want to do it in the middle of the week.”
“Which is precisely why he said it was a good idea. That way, if it’s a bad date, you have the excuse of needing to work in the morning.”
“Do all men think this way?” Delaney asked.
I shrugged, getting back to work. “I have no idea. It’s just ridiculous to me.”
“I mean, he sort of has a point,” Josie said thoughtfully. “Let’s say you go on a really bad date with some guy. He gets drunk, and you need a quick exit. You can’t always have someone on the phone with an emergency appendectomy.”
“You could,” Delaney said. “If it’s a different date, he wouldn’t know if your friend had an emergency appendectomy before.”
“But why only Tuesday and Thursday?” Josie asked. “What about Mondays and Wednesdays?”
I thought about it a moment, trying to figure out his logic. “Maybe…Mondays are…” I couldn’t think of any reason. Whatever his thought process was, it escaped me. “I have no idea.”
“So, what happened? How did you figure out who he was?”
“It was actually him. When I introduced myself, he realized who I was, and then he said his name. It was…awkward. I might have yelled at him,” I winced.
“No!” Josie gasped.
I nodded, burning bright red as I remembered what a spectacle I made. “And then I stormed out at the same time as him. So, it was like, really weird because we both wanted to escape, but we were headed in the same direction. And once we got to the parking lot, we were both parked at the back of the lot!”
“So, you just walked beside him angrily?” Delaney asked.
“Pretty much. And then my Jeep wouldn’t start. He just sat there waiting for me while I continued to tell him how much I hated him.”
Josie snorted out a laugh. “Did he eventually leave?”
“With me,” I sighed. “He made this big deal about waiting with me to make sure I wasn’t murdered. I could have gotten a ride with Wyatt, but then I felt weird about not taking him up on his offer to drive me home. It felt petty and childish.”
“Wow,” Josie laughed. “You’ve got the hots for your bully!”
“I do not!” I yelled, my cheeks flaming red.
“She’s right,” Delaney chuckled, sipping her coffee. “You so like him.”
“I do not like him! He was horrible to me. He called me names and told me I was fat!”
“And now he’s gorgeous and you hate that,” Josie said smugly.
I sighed, slumping down on the ground. She was right. I did think he was hot. And nice. “Fine. I’ll admit that he has pleasant features.”
They both burst out laughing at that.
“Okay, more than pleasant. Have you seen him?”
Delaney shook her head, waiting on tenterhooks for something more descriptive than “pleasant”.
“He’s…taller.”
“Taller,” she repeated. “That’s all you’ve got for me?”
I stuttered over my thoughts in frustration. I didn’t want to think about him or hot he was. It would only ruin my plan to stay as far away from him as possible. But she wasn’t having it.
“Fine, he’s…muscular. Like, really,reallymuscular.”
“Declan muscular?”
