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“And please tell Kady how sorry I am.”
“I could but I think it’d be better coming from you.”
He stares at the floor for a second before nodding. “You’re right. Maybe we can have a party here and I can talk to her. She can also see how different things are now.”
“Yeah, I’ll run it by her.”
With a nod, he heads back to his office and I walk out to the parking lot as I pull Kady’s number up on my phone.
“What, Noah?” she answers with a sigh on the second ring. I laugh.
“You know, some people would call the way you speak to me downright mean.”
She scoffs. “Good thing you’re not one of those people and I’ll stop if you can tell me that you’re not at least a little turned on right now.”
“Well, shit…”
“That’s what I thought.” She laughs. “Now, what do you want?”
I climb in my truck and lean back in the seat. “I was just wondering if you have plans tomorrow night.”
“Yeah. Mason wants to grab dinner and talk about getting back together.”
“What?” I snarl, jerking forward in my seat suddenly and a burst of laughter greets me.
Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.
“Not funny, woman.”
“Actually,” she says between her giggles, “it was pretty damn funny but to answer your question, no I don’t have plans. Why?”
Sighing, I relax back into the bench seat. “I want to take you out.”
“Oh… Noah, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”
“Come on, baby,” I urge, praying that I can get her to agree. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Besides, I’ve been waiting seven damn years to take my girl out again.”
She sighs. “Well, when you put it like that…”
“Is that a yes?”
“I suppose but don’t get used to it.”
Laughing, I start the truck. “I love you, baby.”
“Good-bye, Noah,” she growls and before I can say anything else, she hangs up. I toss the phone on the seat next to me with a grin on my face as excitement races through me. I’ve been thinking about this date for the last seven years and I can’t wait to see the look on her face when I show her what we’re doing tomorrow night.
Chapter Thirteen
Kady
I purse my lips as I stare at myself in the full length mirror next to the bathroom and run my hands down the black and white striped dress that hits me mid-thigh as my stomach does a little flip. God, it’s been so long since I’ve been on an actual date with Noah and my heart is pounding right now. Turning to the bed behind me, I grab my studded leather jacket and slip it on before turning back to my reflection and sighing. I’m fucking hopeless. I raise my phone and snap a picture before sending it to Hannah with a string of question marks and a few seconds later, my phone rings.
“You. Look. Gorg!”
I scrunch up my face. “Really? You’re not just saying that?”
“Um, no. I wouldn’t do that.”
