Page 87 of His Curvy Happiness
“I will. Sorry I interrupted your night.”
“You can interrupt it whenever you want. Am I going to see you tomorrow?”
“If that’s okay.”
“Always. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Good night, Landon.”
“Good night, Casey.”
Casey texted me late the next morning to let me know her meeting at the paper went long and she wouldn’t be able to come over before her afternoon job. I asked if she wanted to meet for lunch.
I was in trouble. I was having a hard time going longer than a day without seeing her.
She texted back that she could meet for a quick lunch, and we agreed to meet at Just Tacos since it was fast.
Casey wasn’t there when I arrived, but I knew her order, so I went ahead and got food for both of us. Casey walked in right as our order was called and grabbed her cup to get a drink.
I carried the tray back to the table and was stopped by a customer who had been buying flowers from me for years. He asked how I was doing and said hello. I returned the greeting, not expecting it to be more than that, but he wasn’t done.
“Is that your sister?” Eric asked.
I chuckled. “No, she’s not my sister.”
“What are you doing with her?”
“We’re having lunch.”
“Does Reegan know you’re having lunch with another woman? Because I don’t think she’d be too happy to see it.”
“We’re just friends,” Casey said, overhearing Eric’s inappropriate question.
Eric gave her a look, then met his wife outside on the curb.
“Why did you tell him that?”
Casey shook her head. “I don’t want to get into an argument with someone about what we are.”
“But you’re okay getting into an argument with me about it?”
“We know what we are.”
“Do we? What would you call what we are?”
“Dating?”
“You don’t sound so convinced.”
“I don’t know. I just…”
“The wedding is this weekend, Casey. What do you think people are going to say when we show up together? When I spin you around the dance floor? When I kiss the hell out of you and sneak out early with you?”
Her cheeks turned redder with each of my questions. “I… I’m not used to this. My ex never put his hands on me in public. People barely knew we were married.”
“Is that what you want me to be like?”
“No.” She snorted. “No. I hated it. But it’s what I’m used to.”
