a chance. Wait and see what the rest of this week brings,” Vivian says.
As much as I want to give him a chance, I’ve been let down too much in the past, and the fear that takes hold is something that’s become like an old friend.
15
Cole
“Wait…you’re telling me that my prank has somehow backfired and you went on a date with this woman?” Deacon lays back on my couch as if it’s his own with a beer in hand.
I run my fingers through my hair and take a seat beside him. “Yeah. So, thanks for that.” I’d given him a rundown of everything that had happened since my appointment the other day, even up to the point where I left Dylan’s place the following morning when she had to head into work.
“So, have you spoken to her since Tuesday morning?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Nope. I’m not sure what I should do. She has the reunion this weekend, but she hasn’t asked me outright to go with her.”
“Are you interested in the woman?”
“I like her. She seems fun and is blindingly gorgeous. I’d like to get to know her better.”
“Well, text or call. It’s been two days. She probably thinks you were just a one-night stand and now you’ve moved on. You know women; they can get all sensitive about these things. Did you say you’d contact her again?”
“Yeah, I did,” I reply as I think of our final moments of interaction. I put my cup of water to my lips and take a large drink. The memory of her lips is ingrained in my mind. I want—no, need to know more about her.
“Well then, what the hell are you waiting for? Reach out to her—or better yet, go see her at work. It’s not like you’ve got much going on at the moment, what with your temper getting you suspended for the next two races.” There’s the annoying tone I’ve been waiting for since the incident.
“Yeah, but that dick had it coming. I wasn’t putting up with his bullshit anymore. But hey, you’re right; I’ll use this time to get to know Dylan.” Rising from my seat, I grab my cell off the kitchen counter.
Do I text her or show up at her workplace?
Workplace it is.
“I’m heading out. Catch up later.”
“Or you won’t.” He laughs as I head to the front door and take my motorbike key from the hook by the front door.
I shake my head at him.
He’s the one who’s going to be kicked out on his ass soon if things with Dylan go well.
Is this even a good idea?
What am I thinking?
She has my number too, so why didn’t I hear from her? Is she one of those that wait and see if the man will contact her?
I push the door open and head up to her office, wondering if she’s busy. Glancing at my watch, it’s just after three in the afternoon. Pushing the door open, I find she has two clients waiting. Each of them turns to look at me. It’s not just any look, though. It’s one that says Here’s another sorry guy doing what his wife wants him to do.
I pause.
Dylan’s receptionist stands, and a brilliant, wide grin spreads across her face. “Hey,” she greets.
Clearing my throat, I say, “Is Dylan free?”
She chews on her bottom lip, stares down at her screen, then purses her red lips. “She’s booked heavily today. Do you want me to leave a message with her?”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll catch up with her later. Thanks, though.”
She smiles, and I exit the same way I came in. My heart slams against my ribcage at the thought of seeing her again. I can just imagine her in those sexy glasses. I have no doubt her receptionist will tell her I stopped by—or at least, I hope she does.
I can’t wait to see Dylan again. The rope she has lassoed around me keeps dragging my thoughts back to her. The worry that was written all over her face when she told me about her ex makes me want to hunt that man down and hurt him.
I hope he’s there this weekend.
There is no doubt words will be spoken between the two of us.
16
Dylan
“He was here?” I stare at Charlie.
It’s finally the end of the day, and I’ve just sent my last appointment on his merry way. We’re going through the end-of-day paperwork when Charlie informs me Cole stopped by today.
“Yep. He came in and asked to see you, but