Page 31 of Finding Romance
“Billionaires,” Drew says.
“We already read one. Dark romance,” Gray states.
“When are we reading a medical romance?” Bray asks.
“Football romance,” Hutch says.
“We read that last month,” Drew whines and Hutch gives him a look which only makes Drew laugh.
There’s silence for a minute and the room’s attention turns to me.
“Are there any romances where the guy is giving the girl dating lessons?” I ask.
Roxy grins. “There sure are.”
Drew sighs. “Fine. But billionaires or why choose better be next month.”
Roxy gets back up and walks across the room, coming back with a book. “I suggest this one.”
I take it from her and read the back. It might as well be my real life because it certainly sounds like it.
“Perfect,” I mutter as Drew rips the book from my hand.
“Oh, is this book three in that series we talked about the other day?” he asks Roxy.
She nods. “But they are interconnected standalones, so you can read them out of order.”
“I’ll just read the first two as well. You know how I feel about that,” he says.
“When’s date number two?” Hutch asks.
“Tomorrow night,” I say.
“You better get reading, then,” he adds, and the others nod in agreement.
Roxy leans forward. “Do you like her?”
I take a sip of beer to give me a moment before I answer. “Of course, I like her. She’s beautiful and kind. But I’m not wanting to date. I’m just trying to help her out,” I explain.
She raises an eyebrow.
“I’m serious. I’m not boyfriend material,” I add.
She looks me up and down. “I don’t know, Kasen. I think you might be more boyfriend material than you think you are.”
“Hey!” Gray says and Roxy giggles as she sits down in his lap and kisses his cheek.
“Don’t worry, I’m already taken,” she whispers in his ear, and he squeezes her around the waist, pulling her back against him. A part of me wishes I had that. But then again, that part of me wishes I had a lot of things and people that I don’t have.
I set the book down. I stayed up late reading it last night. I nearly finished it at lunch today but saved the final chapter for after work. And now, I have the perfect date idea for Piper. I need to get her out of her comfort zone. Date one was a very stereotypical date. I need to make her squirm a bit so she’s prepared for anything. I wrack my brain and grin when I figure out what we need to do.
I send Piper a text.
Me: Meet me in the hallway in one hour. Wear comfortable clothes. We will be outdoors.
Piper: Uh, can I get more details?
Me: NO
