Page 85 of Love Unavoidable
“Love at first sight, man.”
“Don’t believe in it.”
“You better start.”
“Says the guy who was just going all soft over her accent.”
“No way, brother. Nothing soft about it. I was hard for her accent.”
I laugh. Then scowl. “Don’t think about her like that.”
“Do you get whiplash with how fast you change your tune?”
I ignore him and continue to watch buildings fly by as we speed down the road back to the station. Buildings, trees, cars, people all blurring together in a medley of size, color, and motion. Kind of like how I feel right now where Sadie is concerned—one big mash-up of emotion with no clear outlier.
“Fine,” I say. “I want her. You can’t have her, regardless. Douche bag is never getting her back. It’s possible I have feelings that are deeper than just sexual. And if we weren’t on the clock, I would have taken her home tonight and made all that crystal clear.”
“Now we are getting somewhere,” Spence says as he slows the truck in front of the station and gets ready to back in. “There’s always tomorrow, am I right?” He looks at me, eyes wide, brows raised, smile big.
I laugh and nod. “Yes, there is.”
* * *
I lay on my bunk trying to will the night to go faster. We’ve not had any other calls since Sadie at the bar. Speaking of, I’m tempted to text her, but I’d rather see her in person first before trying to convey anything I am feeling over text. I like her. A lot. Now that I freely admit that to myself, I want to tell her. But I want to see her face when I do it. I don’t know if I will see her tomorrow or not. We have a group exercise session at the gym in the morning after which I’m off. Then Brad and I are back on-shift tomorrow night and I have no idea what her plans are in between.
I hope Aaron goes back to Texas. Sadie doesn’t need the distraction. Not to mention, it’s just sad to watch him do this repeatedly. I don’t know how much clearer she can be. Even earlier at the bar, it was almost as though he thought if he held out a bit longer she’d change her mind. It makes me wonder what kind of bullshit Eleanor has been telling him. Which is my last thought before I drift off to sleep.
