9
BECCA
Where are we going tomorrow night?
I checkedthe words in my text message for spelling and punctuation—yes, I did that—and pressed 'send'.
I only had to wait a couple of minutes for a reply.
Somewhere nice.
I grimaced at the phone. "No, really. I thought you'd take me somewhere horrible," I said under my breath.
How nice?
Very nice.
I frowned.
Somewhere I need big shoes?
Seriously, I need to know what to wear.
If he replied with a bikini emoji, I would?—
He didn't respond for five minutes. When he did, it was with an emoji of a dress and a person with a bow tie.
Fancy then?
I shook my head. He'd have to explain that one later.
"Do I own anything that fancy?" I asked out loud.
Fortunately, I got no response. I'd be scared if I did, since I was alone.
My mother used to say, “I’m crazy, not insane.” Let’s not cross that line, shall we?
I opened my wardrobe and searched through everything hanging inside. My short black dress with beading on the bodice might do. That or I'd have to go shopping for something new.
I never needed an excuse to shop, but I didn't want to give Hawk the wrong idea. Or did I? If he thought I was into him already, he might drop his guard and not work so hard on winning our bet. That would make it easier for me to win. Not like I had any doubt I would. I'd fallen down that rabbit hole before; caring for him and letting him break my heart. I wouldn't do it again, even if the rabbit himself was hot, smart, and had muscles on top of muscles…
"Stop it," I muttered. Thinking about him made me hot. That would make it harder to be around him, much less win.
I tugged the black dress out of the closet and slid the hanger out. I replaced the hanger and stepped into the dress.
It showed a decent amount of cleavage and accentuated my waist and hips before it flared out a little. It was cute. Right for somewhere nice, but not somewhereverynice.
I glanced at my phone. I was tempted to ring and ask him for specifics, but I suspected he wouldn't give them to me. Short of calling every restaurant in the area and asking, I'd have to guess.
Anyway, it was unlikely they'd tell me if he had a booking. They might think I was like Harvey, just a sleazeball from the press digging for dirt.
Shopping it was then.
I changed into a maxi skirt and a t-shirt, grabbed my stuff and headed out the door.
One advantage to living where I did, a mall and a bunch of restaurants and bars were only a walking and staggering distance away.
I wasn't sure if I'd find anything 'very nice' here, much less in my price range, but it was free to look. If I found nothing, the black dress would have to do.
