Page 24 of See You Sometime
Then he’d downloaded it to his phone and saved it in Favorites.
How sad am I?
It would be too easy to close his eyes and see that as a reality for them long-term, instead of an oasis consisting of a few hours once a week.
This is crazy.
If he couldn’t get this mood out of his head, he was liable to scare the crap out of Skye on Thursday night at dinner. She’d think he was some stalkery, crazy asshole.
Which led him to contemplate where to eat. He wanted to take her out. He was an adult with a credit card and driver’s license now. He didn’t need his parents to drive them to a movie or something and give him an advance on his allowance so he could pay for her evening.
He finally peeled himself out of bed, got the coffeepot started, and headed for the shower.
Still, Skye lingered on his mind like a clinging mist. The harder he tried to shift his focus, the morethereshe was.
Darryl’s words had pierced through his brain. Darryl was right—their triad was proof of second chances.
And he and Skye were both single.
But was it really worth torpedoing the game group or scaring her off if he dated her and it didn’t work out?
Could his heart take that kind of rejection again?
If he shattered his group of friends, it would gut him. His mom lived in Texas with her second husband. His father had died five years earlier. He didn’t have any brothers or sisters.
D&D wasit.
We can go out as friends, can’t we?
There was no law against that. If he kept his feet firmly planted in reality, everything would be fine.
Right?
Right.
Yeah, and even he didn’t believe that.
Still, as he drove to work, he kept his eyes open for ideas where to take her and wondered if she liked sushi.
Okay, maybe not sushi. That could be hit and miss. Italian. Sigalo’s was good, and reasonable. Plus they had a diverse menu that she should be able to find something on there she’d like.
With that settled, once he got to work, even before he turned on his computer, he texted her.
How about Italian? Sigalo’s is good.
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Skye nearly choked on the swallow of coffee she’d been in the process of downing when she read his text. Cali had told her that a group of them usually met at Sigalo’s every Saturday night.
A kinky group of them.
She laughed, wondering if this was yet another sign, or merely coincidental.
Sure. That sounds great.
Pick you up?
She considered that and decided why the hell not? Wasn’t like she was a kid.
