Page 18 of Until Landon
I am surrounded with people who want to dish. About me. In this case I’m willing to share.
“Yeah, that was freaky. But it’s over now. Landon and your husband took care of it.”
“I’ve never seen Landon watching a woman like he was watching you.”
“He’s interesting. I don’t know anything more than that.”
“He’s into you. Wes and I agree. And besides, he is hot as hell. If you like the brooding type.”
“I know! You’re right on both counts.” I add another tidbit. “He brought me home on the Fat Boy this morning.”
“Is that a euphemism?” She giggles.
Our laughter is interrupted by serious faced Carol, who leans in the doorway.
“Landon’s on the phone. He wants to talk to you.”
She acts like she has just delivered the nation’s breaking news. For emphasis, two lifted palms and a head nod follow the report.
“See!” July says, shooing me out.
I try walking at the normal pace, to prove coolness. But I want to run.
“Hello?” I say, picking up the receiver and taking a seat. Did my voice sound normal? I turn my back to Carol, who isn’t more than a foot away.
“Hi. Did I wait long enough?”
“You didn’t have to wait at all.”Oh that was a good one, Kim.
I may have surprised him because there is a slight pause.
“Um, so dinner.” Nothing follows the two words.
“What about it?”
“I was thinking we could go tomorrow night. You up for Thai food? If you aren’t a fan, we could go somewhere else.”
“That sounds nice. I love Thai.”
“Okay. I’ll pick you up at seven then.”
“Perfect.”
There’s silence, like he has run out of conversation. Is he nervous or just a man of few words?
“It will be fun. Thanks for the invite,” I say, filling in the gap.
He grumbles as if being required to add words is too painful.
“I’ll see you at seven tomorrow night,” I add.
“Okay. Have a good day. Night, I mean. It’s five already.”
His discomfort is kind of adorable.
“Bye.”
“Bye,” he says obviously ready to end the stimulating conversation.
