Page 12 of I Wanna Text You Up

Hisloyalty.

I’ve been spurned by lack of loyalty far too many times. Caleb’s loyalty calls to me, makes me want to get to know him, to get close tohim.

I could use someone like him in mylife.

“Make him leave. We’re on a mission here,Zoe.”

“I can’t just tell him to go away, Delia. That’srude.”

My surprise guest raises a brow. “Thatisrude.” He grins, and I consider how cute his grinis.

I’m not blind; I’ve noticed Caleb before. Hell, I noticed himwellbefore Delia ever did, and I’ve always thought he was attractive in your typical boy-next-door sort ofway.

With blond hair that curls at the collar and dark blue eyes that always have a twinkle in them, Caleb’s handsome, and I’ve been heartbroken by too many pretty faces in mylife.

“Tell him he’s the one being rude. Tell him about ourmission.”

“We’re doing something here, Caleb. Do youmind?”

He holds a hand to his chest, that twinkle of his ever present. “Am I that unworthy of your time? Am I so unwelcome after all I’ve done for you andDelia?”

“Tell that asshat he can only play that card for so long,” Deliasays.

“I’m not telling him that. He has apoint.”

“Point, schmoint.” She pulls the phone from her mouth. “Hey, we’re working here!” she shouts with an accent. I’m certain she was aiming for New Jersey, but it’s not even close to actually sounding likethat.

Caleb laughs and shakes his head. “Cheerwine,right?”

I nod and he takes off, heading toward thebar.

“What did you say this guy’s name was again?” I hear Zach askDelia.

“Edward Cullen,” shereplies.

“His name isnotEdward Cullen, you ass!” I hiss through thephone.

“Fine. JustEdward.”

“What was his email addressagain?”

“You showed him the emails?” It comes out as a screech, and the patrons occupying the table next to mine look my way. I give them a look, and they all turn their attentionaway.

“What? I needed his opiniontoo.”

“That wasprivateinformation,Delia!”

“It’s just Zach. Bigwhoop.”

“Just Zach,” I hear him say, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Zoe, what was his emailaddress?”

“I don’t know!” Caleb slides a new Cheerwine in front of me and I nod my thanks to him as he takes a seat. “Look itup.”

I wait as Zach and Delia scroll through her phone in an attempt to find the emails I forwardedher.

Watching as Caleb takes a swig of his beer, I can’t help but be mesmerized by the way he swallows…which is the dumbest thing I’ve ever been enthralledby.

I’m not surprised by itthough.

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