Page 105 of Coming Home to Wishington Bay
‘Yes! And we had fun. You know we did.’
‘No, Paul. Actually I don’t know that. I know I thought we did but the more I think about it now, all we did was talk about work.’
‘That’s not all we did …’ He left the sentence hanging and I willed myself not to blush.
‘True. And you know what? That wasn’t all that much fun either.’
I’d have paid a lot of money for a photo of Paul’s face right then.
With that I turned and strode out of the restaurant.
‘Oh my God! That was awesome!’ Gabe was laughing.
‘Don’t start getting cocky. You’re hardly perfect.’
Gabe deflated a little. ‘Fair enough. Ned asked me if I’d bring you to the hospital when I found you.’
‘I’m quite capable of getting there myself. Besides, don’t you have your own plans?’ I asked, hurrying back home at about three times my normal pace.
‘Plans? No.’
‘The Anti-Dog Beach Goddess from earlier gone home?’
‘Yes.’
‘Right.’
‘I don’t really know what I was thinking.’
‘I do.’
He tilted his head at me. ‘We didn’t, if that’s what you’re thinking.’
‘No. But I’m pretty sure you were.’
‘Not really, no.’
I made a snort of dismissal and carried on walking.
‘If you must know, she said she was into surfing and I thought the company might be nice. The guys I go with were all busy and it’s always fun to find new people to enjoy it with.’
‘Which of course, I don’t. Extra points for her. Not like she needs any extra points.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘Oh, come on!’ I half laughed, rolling my eyes.
‘Yeah, she’s kind of hot but she’s not my type.’
‘Really? And yet she was this afternoon.’
‘That’s before she made me shut my dog in the house because she didn’t like dog hair on her clothes, and had clearly never been on a surfboard in her life.’
‘She played you.’
‘Yep.’
‘To be fair, I guess looking like that she doesn’t normally have to go as far as pretending to share a hobby to get someone to notice her.’
