Page 66 of Comeback
“Or we could stay in, order takeout, and binge watch TV.” She nods back enthusiastically.
“We are going out,” I say definitively. Her objection to the idea has me more sure that it’s exactly what both of us need.
She snarls like I’ve suggested something truly awful.
“Greer is with her grandparents this weekend, right?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Then it’s perfect. We’re both off Saturday night. Date night with my bestie.”
“I was planning to deep clean the refrigerator.”
“That can be our backup plan if it goes badly.”
She still looks like she wants to protest but with a sigh she says, “I am going to hold you to that.”
I reach out my hand and hold up my pinky finger. She links hers to mine and it’s all settled.
When I get home later that evening, Brogan is in the kitchen dumping protein powder into a large shaker cup.
“Hey,” I say, dropping my keys onto the counter. “Where is everyone?”
And by everyone, I mean Archer. I’ve only seen him once since they got back from Texas. The only reason I know he’s beenhome at all is because when I get home from the club, I can hear his music going.
“Hey, little sister.” Brogan smiles at me as he puts the top on the cup and shakes it. “London is helping a friend hang some art pieces, which I’m pretty sure means they’re drinking wine and talking about me, and Archer was still at the stadium when I left. What have you been up to?”
“I was at the studio.”
“How’s that coming?”
“Good,” I say. “Slow. There’s still a lot of cosmetic things to do, but the windows are all fixed finally.”
“Nice.” He smiles and nods his head. “I can’t wait to see it.”
“Yeah, you should come by sometime. I can show you around and then we could grab lunch or something. There’s so many cute places in that area.”
“For sure.” The way his face lights up reminds me of what London said. How Brogan is playing it cool with me. It isn’t that I doubted it, but there are moments like this where I get glimpses of how much he wants us to be close. I want that too.
“Perfect. Let me know when you’re free.”
“I will.” He leans back against the counter. “What are you doing this weekend?”
“I’m working at Lilac Lounge tonight, and tomorrow, I’m going out with Olivia to find my next boyfriend.”
His brows rise and I giggle, having appropriately surprised him.
“Tell me more. I didn’t realize girls just decided something like this. And where does one go to pick out a boyfriend?” His eyes twinkle with amusement as he waits for my answer.
“Somewhere nice. Not too pretentious but somewhere men dress up in something other than T-shirts and ball caps.” Which I realize as I say it is basically how he and Archer dress all the time. “No offense.”
“None taken. I rock a basic tee.”
I laugh, but when I think of Archer, I realize he’s probably right. Neither of them needs to worry about dressing up to impress anyone.
“A hat on the other hand…my head is too big. And I have great hair.”
“If women had your confidence, we’d rule the world.”
