Page 14 of One Moment Please
“This guy?” I point at him.
She nods.
“This guy doesn’t even know me,” I exclaim, throwing daggers with my eyes at the audacity of him.
“I know you’ve had enough.” Josh sips his own glass of alcohol.
I look at Dean for some backup, but he’s busy showing Max something on his phone and doesn’t even seem to notice what’s going on.
“How could you possibly know that I’ve had enough?” I seethe.
“I’m a doctor, remember?” He winks at me, and my hand balls into a fist with the urge to punch him. Josh frowns down at my hand. “Hungry for pie?”
“I’m leaving.” I stand and smooth my skirt over my hips.
Dean’s attention turns to me. “Just a second, Lynsey. I need to show Max this article.”
I whip out my phone and order an Uber in record time.Could a drunk person do that?
Probably.
Regardless, I step away from the table. “I’ll be fine to get myself home, Dean. You stay.”
“Well, let me see you safely into the Uber at least.”
“I’m fine.”
Just then Josh stands. “I’m leaving too. I’ll see her to the Uber.”
My eyes fly wide. “Seriously?”
Dean glances back and forth between me and Josh, and then tosses a regretful glance at Max before turning pleading eyes to me.
And that, right there, is why Dean and I didn’t work out as a couple. He’s the shiny new toy guy. He only sees the shiny new toy at the moment and not the big picture of what that toy will do to other people.
That analogy makes no sense.
Maybe I am drunk.
Don’t make a scene.
I’ve handled Dr. Dick for this long, a few more minutes won’t kill me.
My phone pings with a notification that the Uber has arrived, and Josh gestures for me to lead the way. With a huff, I head toward the door, feeling Josh’s hot gaze on my back as I step outside.
“We might as well share the ride,” he offers.
“Seriously?” I snap back incredulously.
He levels me with a glare. “I’m serious about most things in my life, so you can stop asking that annoying one-word question.”
The tiny Toyota Corolla pulls up just then. “Did you select the clown car option?” Josh grumbles under his breath as he moves past me to open the door.
I pause and gape at his random display of manners before replying, “Not all of us make a doctor’s salary. Are you seriously begrudging a free ride? I didn’t ask you to hop in with me.”
His brows lift. “I’m begrudging no legroom.”
“Then sit in the front with the driver,” I snap and slide into the back seat. My attempt to shut the door is thwarted by Josh’s big man hand.
