Page 70 of One Good Puck
I refocus on the zipper and pull it up. Then step away from her.
“There. It’s zipped,” I say, my voice low and rough.
She spins around and gives me that pretty smile I can’t get enough of.
She looks at me for a second. “You okay? You look a little tense.”
I cough and shake my head. “Yeah, I’m good, just thinking about a meeting I had today.” Terrible fucking lie. But it’s better than saying, “I’m tense from fighting back a boner from smelling your perfume and touching your skin.”
“Thanks again,” she says with a smile.
“Sure thing. Have fun tonight.”
She grabs her purse from the kitchen island and walksoff. I listen to her high heels click down the hallway. Then I hear her open and shut the front door.
The second she’s gone, I let out a frustrated groan. I run a hand through my hair and shake my head, annoyed at myself for just how far I’ve let my crush on Abby go.
And wishing more than anything that I could be the guy to take her out on that date tonight.
Chapter 28
Gavin
Ilook up when I hear the sound of the front door opening. A few seconds later, Abby appears.
“You’re back early,” I say.
She offers a shy smile. “My date stood me up.”
My brow hits my hairline. “Are you serious?”
She nods as she walks into the living room. She drops her purse onto the side table and sits on the arm of the couch across from me.
“So he didn’t call or text you? He just didn’t show up?” I ask.
“Nope.” She lets out a sad chuckle. “Oh well. I guess it was bound to happen. Most of my single friends have been stood up at least once.”
I shake my head, annoyed and angry for her.
“That’s messed up, Abby.”
She shrugs. “That’s modern dating for you.”
She seems so unbothered by what just happened.
She runs a hand over the fabric of her black dress. “So much for getting all dressed up, huh?” she jokes. “I’m going to warm up some leftovers from the fridge. You want any?”
A restless feeling shoots through me. No way. This can’t be how she ends her night—eating leftovers when she was supposed to be out having drinks on a date.
I take in the sight of her, how beautiful she looks in that dress. That restless feeling sharpens. I think back to earlier this evening, how jealous I felt at the thought of some other guy getting to take her out and make her feel special.
But now that her dumbass date screwed up and blew his shot with her, this is my chance to make it right.
This is my chance to take her on the kind of date she deserves to go on.
I stand up from the couch. “You’re not eating leftovers. I’m taking you to dinner.”
I grab my suit jacket from the arm of the couch and slide it on.
