Page 87 of The Book Club Boyfriend
She gives me a look. “You? Behave? That’s not a date—that’s science fiction.”
“You’re dodging the question.”
“I’m rejecting the premise.”
I shake my head, amused. “Alright. I’ll try again later.”
“You won’t get a different answer.”
“Still worth a shot.”
She walks off, and I let her go—this time.
Because yeah, she brushed me off.
But the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth?
That said maybe.
Andmaybeis more than enough for me.
I’m stretched out in bed, one foot under Rip’s massive body as he snores at the far end like he personally pays the mortgage on this place. My tux jacket is slung over a chair, and my bow tie sits on the dresser.
The gala was a blur—good food, too many cameras, and one woman in an emerald dress who nearly stopped my heart.
I should be asleep, but I’m still too keyed up. It’s not every day I beg for a date only to be turned down cold.
I can’t help but wonder if Scarlett’s lying awake thinking about me too. I decide to text her—under the guise of being friendly.
Me:You make it home okay?
When my phone buzzes, I nearly fling it off the bed trying to grab it.
Scarlett:Sure did. I nearly pulled a muscle trying to get my Spanx off, but I’m all tucked into bed now.
Me:Spanx?
Iscratch my chin. Am I supposed to know what that is?
Scarlett:It’s shapewear. You know what… never mind.
Me:Whatever it is, I’m sure you don’t need it.
She doesn’t reply, and I’m not sure if I’ve said too much. Or maybe she’s just tired. Then, a few minutes later… a new text.
Scarlett:Don’t let this go to your head, but… I think I might be ready for that date.
I blink, reread it. Once. Twice. Then sit up because the weight of Rip’s heavy body is suddenly not enough to keep me grounded.
Me:Are you saying you want to go out with me?
There’s a pause, and I swear time slows.
Scarlett:Don’t ruin it, Remington.
I grin like an idiot.
No way I’m letting this moment happen over text.
