Page 104 of The Book Club Boyfriend
I’ll be honest, I had my doubts if I could get much done with him today, but I’ve already written 1,000 words. Not bad.
Across the table, Chase’s pen is moving again, scribbling notes. He catches me looking.
“What?” he says with a smirk.
“Nothing,” I say too quickly.
He raises a brow. “You checking me out, Calloway?”
“Nope.” I busy myself with my scone—breaking off a hunk and shoving it in my mouth.
“Thanks,” I say quietly.
“For the scone?” he teases.
“For this,” I say, gesturing between us.
An hour later, we both start packing up at the same time, him stretching with a groan as he shuts his laptop.
“Productive morning,” he says, grabbing our empty mugs to return to the counter. “I only made three memes in the team group chat and rewrote the same paragraph six times.”
I smirk as I slip my laptop into my tote. “I wrote an entire chapter and only freaked out once. So, really, we’re both thriving.”
“Look at us,” he says, holding the door open for me as we step into the warm Dallas afternoon. “Functioning adults with goals and everything. It’s disgusting.”
I laugh, and it feels easy. Too easy. Which should probably concern me.
He falls into step beside me as we stroll toward the parking lot, his hand brushing mine for a second—just enough to make me hyperaware of how closewe’re walking.
“So,” he says casually, “you remember that thing I invited you to?”
I blink. “You’re gonna have to be more specific. You say a lot of things.”
“The team dinner,” he replies, nudging me with his elbow. “Tomorrow night. A few guys, some plus-ones, nothing too fancy. You in?”
I hesitate. It’s one thing to spend time withhim. It’s another to waltz into a dinner with his teammates like… we’re a thing.
He notices my pause and adds, “No pressure. I just figured you could use another excuse to judge my life choices in real time.”
I raise a brow. “And what, exactly, would I be judging?”
“I don’t know. The company I keep. The way I inhale wings like a feral animal. My ability to be both devastatingly handsome and marginally charming at the same time.”
“You forgot humble.”
“Obviously. That’s my most consistent flaw.”
I laugh despite myself. “I’ll think about it.”
He grins. “You’ll come.”
I shake my head. “You’re insufferable.”
“And yet, here you are.”
I roll my eyes, unlocking my car.
“Text me when you get home,” he says, backing toward his Jeep. “Just so I know you didn’t get kidnapped.”
