Page 14 of I Wanna Text You Up

He glances around, eyes nervous as he wraps a hand around his drink. He takes a sip through the straw before sucking in a breath. “M-MistressJasmine?”

My eyes widen, and his cheeks turn pink as he ducks his head,mortified.

I guess neither of us are who we thought wewere.

“My bad. Wrong guy,” I mutter before retreating back to my table, Delia and Zach laughing in myear.

“Shut up,” I bark atthem.

“I didn’t even say a word,” Caleb says, hands raised in innocence, not the least bit troubled by my abrupt exit andreturn.

I throw him a look and he smirks, knowing he’s being asmartass.

“Anything else he’d be wearing,Zach?”

“Maybe a question mark? That’s a signature Riddler thing. I’d hope he wouldn’t be so clichéthough.”

“We don’t need your nerd snobbery right now, Mr.Hastings.”

He tsks in my ear. “Hey, I’m just saying, you ladies really should have included me in this. I could have been way more inventive than Robin, Batman, and the Ridd—ow!” Delia gives his shin a kick, and I want to high-five her for having my back. “Amateurs,” hemutters.

My eyes scroll across the bar, looking for anyone wearing something with a question mark on it. I peek at the loner guys again, but none of them are fitting thecriteria.

“Do you guys seeanyone?”

Both answer in thenegative.

“Maybe he isn’t here yet?” Delia suggests. “I mean we did get here five minutesearly.”

“Yes, and now he’d be five minuteslate.”

“Who are you guys looking for?” Calebinterjects.

“We aren’t su—” My eyes trail over Caleb’s shirt and my breath catches in my throat. “No.”

“What?”

My gaze stays trained on the pocket of his shirt. I can’t look away, because right there in plain sight sits a question mark, peeping out at the top of thesquare.

Without thought, I reach over and pull his pocket down, the beer that was halfway to his lips sloshing out of the glass with the sudden jerkingmovement.

I wasright.

Sitting inside his pocket is the Riddler, arms stretched wide in aHere I am!gesture.

Caleb’s head snaps my way, his own dark blue gaze wide, surprise covering hisface.

“No.” The word drops from his lips in a whisper. “There is noway.”

“I’ll call you back,” I say before ending the call and setting my phone on the table, never once breaking eye contact withCaleb.

“You’re the one I’ve been emailing with?” he says, voice full ofsurprise.

“You’re the one I was going to let move in withme?”

“I guess I—wait,was? Pasttense?”

His nostrils flare with irritation as my words sink in, and God help me, I find it attractive. I don’t know what is up with me tonight, but I’m noticing things in Caleb I shouldn’tbe.

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