Page 58 of Suddenly Dating
Harry frowned.
Lola dislodged herself from his grip. “You remember Nolan—the guy who took me to the party?”
Harry looked at the itsy-bitsy man again. “I remember,” he said curtly. He didn’t like this guy, especially after what had happened to Lola that night.
“Girl, wherever did you meet this man?” Nolan cooed, and dipped Lola backward.
“Tinder,” Harry said. “I swiped right.”
“What?” Lola said, her eyes wide as Nolan lifted her up. “No, no, that’s not how it went.Iswiped right.” She laughed nervously, as if that were some great joke between the three of them.
“I’m pretty sure it was the other way around,” Harry said, for no other reason than she was so adamant that she had done the choosing. He leaned down and picked up her shoes.
“Well I’m definitely going to have to give Tinder another try if this is the selection,” Nolan said saucily as he brazenly looked Harry up and down again.
“All right, that’s enough of that,” Harry said, and held out Lola’s shoes to her on one finger.
Lola patted her partner on the chest and dislodged herself from his arms. “Great to see you again, Nolan.” She took her shoes from Harry, then grabbed onto his arm for balance as she leaned down and bent one leg at a time to slip her shoes back on her feet.
“Wait—that’s it?” Nolan exclaimed. “What about our dance?”
“She’s dancing with me now,” Harry said.
“Well,” Nolan sniffed. “Lucky for me you’re not the only beard at this party, Lola. Now where is Mallory when I need her?” he asked petulantly, and toddled off... but not before giving Harry one last smug little smile.
Harry was yanked off balance by a strong tug on his sleeve. “We have to get this Tinder story straight, pal,” Lola said.
“We just did.”
“Oh no,” she said, shaking her head. “Youpingedme.Anyone who knows me knows I would never ping you.”
Harry snorted. “Because men fall at your feet?”
“No!” she said, swatting his arm. “Because you’re too good-looking.”
That surprised him, and Harry smiled with delight. “Ms.Dunne, did you just say what I think you said?”
“Deflate that ginormous head of yours and don’t take it so literally,” she said, her cheeks blooming. “I’m talking about the psychology of dating apps.”
“I don’t know anything about the psychology of dating apps. But now I know that you think I’m hot.” He was suddenly feeling jovial and pulled her to his side.
“I didn’t sayhot,” she said into his chest.
“Yeah, baby, you did,” he said.
“Don’t call me that,” she said, lifting her head. “I’m not your baby, I’m not your boo, I’m just your roommate.”
Harry grinned into the pale-blue eyes glittering up at him under the party lights strung along the edge of the dock. “Call it whatever you want,” he said, pulling her into a full embrace and settling his hands on her hips.
“What are you doing now?”
“I’m dancing. And it would be a lot easier if you put your arms around my neck.”
“If you read my Tinder profile before you swiped right,” she said with mock sarcasm, “you’d know that I’m a horrible dancer.”
“I had an inkling when I saw you dancing with Nolan. Put your arms around my neck.”
Lola groaned as if he was pestering her, but she put her arms around his neck. “Well you’re in a fine mood. I guess it went really well for you with Mr.Cantrell, huh?”
