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There. Short, sweet, to the point. And I used an exclamation point so it doesn’t come off unappreciative.
Only a few seconds pass before a reply pops up.
Brogan
Why not? I need my lucky charm there. Plus I thought about it and box seat tickets felt like the only way to truly apologize. That and the winery, of course. We’re closing on it next week.
At this point, I’m not even sure he’s kidding.
I check the tickets again. Dear god, the man sent tickets to a private box. Is he for real? Shaking my head, I tap out a response.
Me
Wow. That was really not necessary. Seriously, apology accepted. We exchanged panties. We’re all good.
I go to put away my phone, but another reply comes in. This man doesn’t give up.
Brogan
Come to the game anyway.
Me
I can’t.
Brogan
Why not?
Me
Because I don’t even really like football and I don’t think any of my friends are free tonight to come with me.
Sitting in a private box by myself sounds a little pathetic. So does admitting it to him. Paige is gone, Alec has plans, Luke and I haven’t talked in a few weeks. Maybe if I hit him up, he’d go with me, but it feels wrong to invite him when another guy gave me the tickets. And anyone else I might ask is going to have so many questions on why Brogan Six is sending me box seat tickets.
Brogan
Sidestepping the ‘I don’t really like football’ comment. Did you ask Alec?
Me
He has a date.
Brogan
Did you show him the tickets?
I laugh out loud. Yeah, if Alec found out I turned down box seats at a Mavericks game, he’d murder me. But I know he has plans tonight.
I don’t understand why Brogan keeps trying so hard to make things solid. It’s oddly endearing and more than a little frustrating. Especially when I’m trying my hardest to remember that I am one of many,manywomen he’s probably talking to at this very moment. He has this way of making me feel special, but I’m sure he has that effect on everyone. I mean, come on,I’mhis lucky charm? Doubtful.
Me
He has plans.
Brogan
Yeah, with you to the Mavericks game.
