Page 6 of Tattoo My Heart
Well, damn, this thing sounds like a dream come true. Why did I not know such a thing existed?
“Sir, you can start putting your groceries on the band,” the store cashier interrupts my inner musings.
I stick my phone back in the pocket and jump to unload my cart. With my brain split in half with equal parts focused on my encounter with Evelyn and also on this weird dating app, I almost drop the case of beer I want to buy.
Time to snap out of it.
THREE
I’m sittingon the beautiful couch I have in my living room. It is my most prized possession. Perfectly comfortable for binge watching my favorite shows while also very aesthetically pleasing to the eye.
Unfortunately, today is not a good day for me to appreciate it. I am still seething after my encounter with Cal. The one thing that got to me the most is how handsome he still is. I mean, he is nearing thirty after all. Where’s the little beer belly most of the guys in his age group are now sporting? And what about a bald spot? Something you could hide with a comb-over that would be so obvious, everyone would take notice and laugh.
Cal Prentice has none of that. And it is driving me bonkers.
His body is just perfect, or at least what I could see of it yesterday when we ran into each other. The muscles in his arms looked very well defined, and when he pushed the sleeves up, revealing all sorts of colorful tattoos, I about melted into a puddle at his feet.
God, I need an intervention.
I grab my cell phone to call Carrie, my best friend. The one who won’t let me borrow her hot boyfriend to show him off when I have to see Cal again.
“I hate you,” I tell her as soon as she picks up the phone.
“Aww, I feel the same,” she chuckles, sounding a little bit tired.
“I’m so sorry,” I rush to say. “Did I wake you?”
“Nah, the baby would’ve woken me up anyway. It’s getting close to feeding time.”
“James is not home?” I prod her.
“No, he had a work thing going on,” she confesses quietly. Her voice is low as to not disturb the baby, but I decide to stir some shit.
“Doesn’t it make you angry that he is not there to help you more with the baby?”
Carrie just snorts in amusement. “What are you talking about? He helps out a lot.”
“Yeah, but shouldn’t he do more?” I insist. “Like, like…” I can’t think of anything that would make her angry enough.
“Evie,” she chastises me in her newly minted mom voice. “Are you trying to make me get angry at my boyfriend so I’d give in and let him go with you for the long weekend next month?”
“Ugh,” I throw myself against the back of the couch. “Am I that obvious?”
“Maybe only because I know you too well,” she laughs. “All this effort you’re putting into borrowing my boyfriend, you could be finding a real boyfriend for yourself.”
I just hum in response as I stare at the screen of my TV. I am in a predicament. I refuse to go to my mother’s party and look like a loser in front of Cal Prentice. No, no and no.Heis going to be the loser.
“What are you doing now?” Carrie snaps me out of my thoughts. “Planning for world domination or what?”
I ignore her question, way too focused on my plans. “What was the name of that app you were telling me about?”
“Which app?”
“The one where you said people can hire dates for holidays from,” I remind her, the tone of my voice just a touch aggravated.
“TheHolidatesapp?”
“That’s it!”
