Page 28 of Book Boyfriend
“Because of the book stuff.”
“Was it that bad? You didn’t like it at all?”
I think for a minute. “I guess it did make me smile, up until the part where I was scared for my life.”
He moans. “Please let me make it up to you.”
I want to say no just for the sake of saying no, but if I’m honest with myself, seeing him again has been on my mind since before I even walked away from him yesterday. He’s been on my mind for months. “What did you have in mind?”
“Do you trust me enough to give me your cell number?”
“Not really but . . .”
“But?”
I rattle off the numbers because I kind of want his number too.
“I’ll text you tomorrow with the address. Just do me one favor?”
“What?”
“Let your GPS lead you. Don’t overthink it. And dress casual.”
My skin buzzes with nervous energy. “Are you always going to be secretive?”
“Always makes me think there are going to be a lot more dates. I like how you’re thinking.”
I try to change the subject. “It better be a public place.”
He laughs. “It will be.”
“I have to work. See you tomorrow, I guess.”
“Nothing will make me happier. Goodbye, Greer.”
Ending the call, my heart pounds wildly in my chest. What’s wrong with me? Before I met him I would have never agreed to any of this. What is it about him that makes me so notme?
Last night, Fisher texted me an address along with a time. It’s not quite 6:00 p.m. when my GPS leads me to a small airport just outside of town. Oh no.
I park my car in the lot and lean forward in my seat to watch a small aircraft take off in the distance. I should have known better. He couldn’t possibly still be following the book. Could he?
There’s a tap on my window and it startles me. I jump a little and Fisher grins outside my door. “Are you coming?” he asks.
I shake my head. He tries to open my car door. It’s locked.
He bends down to look me in the eyes. “I promise you, it’s going to be fine.”
He’s so sincere. Why didn’t I Google the address? Why did I trust him? I’ve made up my mind as I open the door. “No. No way,” I say adamantly as I step out.
“How about we start with hi instead of no.”
He’s wearing dark jeans and a blue shirt. He looks like he’s about to get his picture taken. I glance down at the jeans it took me forever to pick out and wish I’d dressed up a little more. Even though he said casual, and he’s dressed casually, he still looks way better than I do. “Okay. Hi. Now no!”
“Give me your hand and come with me.”
“Please tell me you don’t own your own plane like Penn? Because I can tell you right now, I’m not flying to Denver for dinner.”
“Can you let me do this? I promise you, you’ll have all the answers you need in a few minutes.”
