Page 12 of Click of Fate

She raises her eyebrow. “Your saying I should walk home with a stranger? I may be in my thirties, but stranger danger and all that…”

Chuckling, I shrug. “I’m saying we don’t have to wait for an overpriced Uber when the adventure is just a few blocks away.”

Damn, I’m smooth. It’s been awhile—looks like I’ve still got it.

She laughs quietly. “Alright, but if I hate your place, I’m calling an Uber mid-hookup.”

I jerk my head in the direction we need to walk. “Noted.”

“I’m texting my friends to let them know I’m going home with you. I’ll need your address. Actually, I’ll just share my location.”

“Want my date of birth, social, and three character references?” I joke as my own phone buzzes. She huffs out a laugh as she texts. I pull out my phone to see alerts from my group chat with Alex and our friend, Wade, from Chicago.

Alex:

The sacred meatballs have spoken. Fate has delivered a sexy lady to our boy Luke.

Wade:

Damn. Meatball Thursday really was a hit.

Alex:

I should rename it "Destiny & Meatballs."

Wade:

Nah! "Balls & Fate."

The texts are still flooding in.

Alex:

Are you still here or did you finally stop making eyes at her and do something?

Wade:

If he’s still at the bar, he’s dead to me.

Alex:

If he’s still here, he’s an idiot.

Wade:

True. If he’s already home with her, I respect it.

Alex:

Or she left alone because she has good taste and Luke is mid.

Wade:

Harsh. But fair.

Me:

Shut up fuckers. We’re walking back to my place now. Don’t make me shut off my phone.

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