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Bridget stared at me, long and hard, as if I was some puzzle that needed to be solved. I was about to tell her that she was making me uncomfortable when the question popped out of her mouth, "Have you asked him about it?"
I shoved my index finger into my hair and wound a few strands around it. "I confronted him about it today, but he didn't say anything."
She opened her mouth to speak but before any words came out, an overly excited Ginny slid back into her seat after plonking a tray of drinks in the middle of the table.
"You guys are not going to believe who I ran into just now?"
"Is it Trevor from radiology?" I asked. "Has he finally asked you out?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "I wish." A heavy sigh blowing over her lips as she leaned forward like she was about to tell us a juicy secret. "Look toward the far left of the bar and tell me who you see."
Turning my gaze to the bar, my eyes scanned over the patrons until I spotted who Ginny had seen. Even from across a crowded room, his dark eyes had the ability to cause havoc to my insides. The music bouncing off the walls was quickly replaced with my heart's loud thumping.
"Oh that's odd," I vaguely heard Bridget's remark. "He doesn't usually come here without Simon. Not that I know of, anyway."
"You know what's even weirder?" Ginny chimed in. "I saw him before he saw me and he was watching this table the entire time."
"Ooooh, that's interesting." This came from Bridget, who sounded incredibly pleased with this bit of information.
Tearing my gaze away from his dark one, I focused on Bridget. "It is?"
"Maybe we should invite him to sit with us?"
"No!" I all but yelled before Ginny finished her question.
"Uhm…" Both of them were staring at me. Ginny with a confused look and Bridget with an all-knowing one.
Shifting in my seat, I quickly said, "Didn't you bring me here so I could forget all about work? Inviting him to sit with us kind of defeats the purpose, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I suppose." Ginny nodded, immediately reaching for a drink.
Bridget, however, kept staring, and I just knew that she knew some of what I was feeling. For whatever reason, though, she didn't push. Instead, she steered the conversation in a different direction altogether.
I'd never been more grateful.
"What are you doing on Sunday?" she asked.
"Uhm, nothing yet. Why?"
"Good." She clapped her hands together. "You should come over for lunch then you can meet Brendon and the twins."
"Sure, I'd love to."
I didn't know why, but the moment the words left my mouth, a sense of foreboding washed over me. Hopefully, by the time Sunday rolled around, excitement would take its place.
Chapter 8
SEBASTIAN
My ass had just hit the soft cushioning of my couch when a knock on the door sounded. I glanced at the clock, a deep frown pulling my brows together. Who the hell could be outside at ten o'clock at night?
With a grunt, I pushed to my feet and made my way to the front door. Gripping the smooth metallic handle, I pulled the heavy wood toward me. My jaw hit the floor about a second later.
"M… m… Phillips! What are you doing here?"
She looked even more gorgeous than she had when I'd seen her at the bar earlier. Her mass of hair tumbled over her shoulders like a red-orange flame. My fingers itched to know the feel of those tresses against my skin.
Hell, that thought had been plaguing my mind all damn night. I'd walked into the bar with the sole intention of having one drink. Then I'd spotted Mia.
