Page 108 of Love Undiscovered
“She ambushed me on my date with Chance.”
“She can be a little intense sometimes,” she says almost meekly.
“That’s one word for it, I suppose,” I say.
She looks like she wants to say more, but I don’t really care to keep talking about Helen.
“It doesn’t matter,” I say waving my hand in her direction.
The waitress arrives with our order, preventing any further conversation. But I find it odd that Helen is pretending not to remember me.
We finish our lunch without any other interruptions and return to the office. I make an appointment for later at the cell phone store to see if my screen can be fixed, then bury myself in lab tests and quickly forget about both Helen and Connie.
* * *
I leave the cell phone store, relieved they were able to fix my screen so quickly. Chance and I had texted briefly earlier in the day and set a phone/text date for tonight, so it was imperative that I get my phone fixed. We’ve both been working really long hours and have not had a chance to see one another all week.
He’s working late again tonight, and I have an early morning meeting again tomorrow, so this is the only chance we’ll get for a couple days. I want to tell him about seeing Helen, but at the same time, I don’t want to ruin the little time that we have together with reminding him of his ex. Especially when it’s not face-to-face time and I can’t see his face to tell what he’s thinking.
Good God, when did you become such a wimp, Remi?
I ignore my inner thoughts and get ready for bed. My guess is Chance will be texting me soon as his shift ends, which is normally right about the time I go to bed. Like clockwork, I get a ding from my phone signaling a new text.
I try to stop the big smile from forming on my face, but it’s impossible. I fucking like this guy and even though I hate that I do, I’m loving every minute of it.
I pick up my phone and swipe to see the text.
Chance: Hey beautiful, you still awake?
Me: I am. How did your day go?
Chance: I’d rather hear about your day.
Me: Interestingly enough, I ran into Helen at lunch today.
Chance: Helen? As in my ex, Helen?
Me: Yes.
Chance: Where were you?
Me: Out to lunch with Connie, the receptionist. A place near my office.
Chance: That’s a little strange since she lives like forty-five minutes from there.
Me: Weirder still, she’s cousins with Connie.
Chance: Your receptionist is her cousin?
Me: Yes. Small world.
Chance: Or psycho world. Can I call you?
Me: Of course.
I snuggle down deep into my covers in anticipation of his voice. When I talk to him on the phone, it gives me shivers. I don’t try to analyze that feeling too deeply, however.
“Hi,” I say when I answer his call.
