I grab my phone to text him back.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
My thumb glides over the keyboard as I type out my response.
Grace stands, drawing my attention.
“If you say so, but a word to the wise…” She leans closer. “People don’t smile the way you are right now when they are just texting their friends.”
“I do,” I reply quickly, but she only laughs even more as she closes the door behind her.
I return to my phone and press send.
Brooke
Everything is good here. No need for a rescue. However, it seems that meeting in private isn’t needed. Next time, let’s do something more public.
Dutton
Fine. I’ll meet you at Hudson’s tonight for dinner. Be there at 6.
Tonight?
I sit up straighter. He already wants to hang out again.
Jeez, he must be desperate.
Brooke
Miss me already?
Dutton
See you tonight.
Ugh.
What a buzzkill to have an opportunity for fun texting.
Brooke
Sir, yes, sir.
The bubbles pop up and then disappear.
I wait a few more minutes before it’s official.
Dammit.
Dutton Richford left me on read.
Chapter
Nine
DUTTON
“You need to stop fidgeting,”Brooke reminds me for probably the tenth time since we sat down at the bar top at Hudson's bar.
