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Iforwardedher a link with an address.You’re living dangerous, Storm. Were five minutes of bliss worth an eternity of fallout? Thinking about her pretty eyes, pink lips, and forthright attitude, yes, yes it was.
Callie:Looks nice. Half an hour?
Storm R:I’ll be waiting.
Eleven
Callie
“Ifeel like throwing up.”
Glancing at Macy, I begged her with my eyes to say something reassuring.
We were currently standing outside the bar I was due to meet Mark at, staring through the window like a pair of perverts. There were so many things wrong with this picture.
When I finally got a response from the mysterious Storm R—after an hour of stewing in my own juices—I was surprised when he’d suggested meeting tonight. I was flabbergasted, actually. I’d needed time to mentally prepare my battle plan, but Macy had not so subtly pushed me into dropping everything.
That and she wanted to come and see what all the fuss was about.
“Calm your farm, Callie,” Macy said. “You’ll be fine, I promise. Is he there? Point him out.”
Peering through the window, I spotted a broad pair of shoulders by the bar, and my knees began to weaken. He was waiting. Just like he’d said he would.
“The guy leaning on the bar.” I jabbed my finger at the window. “That’s Mark.”
“That’s him?” she asked.
“Yep.” I studied his profile and began to tremble. I was here to meet him. The hottest guy in the whole place. He was waiting forme.
“Holy fuck, Callie,” Macy exclaimed, fanning herself. “You said he was hot but not that hot.”
“Should I have said something like sizzling?”
“I was going to say smoking, but is it too soon?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Are you making fire-related jokes about me already?”
“Um…”
“I’m kidding,” I declared with a smirk.
“He looks familiar, though.” She squinted, studying him.
“Familiar, how?”
“I dunno.” She shrugged. “Maybe I’ve seen him around or something. It’ll come to me.”
“What do I say to him?”
“Whatever you like. Just be yourself. That’s the whole point.”
“You say that like it’s easy.”
“Go, enjoy.” She waved at me. “I’ve got my own adventure tonight. Let me know how yours goes, okay?”
“Macy, don’t leave me,” I said with a moan.
“I’m not into threesomes,” she yelled over her shoulder. “Not even for a guy who looks like that. No offense.”
