Page 91 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
Abby looks to Nora, then to the coffee and empty paper bag. She narrows her eyes at me, then at Nora. “I’m going to whip up Mallory’s color. You know, your ten forty-five.”
“Right!” Nora says, carefully stepping back from me. I hate the emptiness I feel when she does so.
Abby looks between us and says, “You’ve got a couple minutes, before she shows.”
And then she heads straight back to the back room, brushing past us with a smile.
I run a hand through my hair, feeling more on edge than ever.
I just kissed Nora! And she kissed me back!
“Sorry,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat.
“Don’t be sorry,” she says with a warm smile. “Never apologize for what feels right, Tommy.”
“It did, right?” I ask, my voice tinged in worry. “I mean…that was…okay?”
She nods. “Yes.”
Feeling emboldened by her words, I look to the door then back at her.
“Would you…” I start, sucking in a breath. “Are you free? Tomorrow, I mean?”
She blinks, looking at me in surprise. “I work until four tomorrow, but I was planning on just going to my brother’s and staying in.” She shakes her head. “Without a bottle of wine…”
I laugh and she does too.
“Noted. Well, maybe…we could, I don’t know…grab dinner somewhere? I have a game at six, but after that?”
She smiles sweetly. “Are you asking me on a date, Tommy?”
I think about her question and don’t hesitate when I answer, “Yes, Nora. I am.” I stand tall, reeling off the high of the most perfect kiss I’ve ever felt.
Her smile is my weakness.
“Okay,” she says softly. “I will go on a date with you. Not because you brought me breakfast, though.” She chuckles.
“Did the breakfast help?” I ask, leaning into her space, giddy from the excitement that I kissed her and asked her on a date and she saidyes.
She said yes!
“Only a little.”
I smirk at her as she leans into my space, glancing up at me from beneath her eyelashes again.
“Maybe I just want an excuse to kiss you again,” she whispers.
I don’t hesitate when I lean down to kiss her again, just like she says.
And when I break away, I whisper to her, “You don’t need an excuse, Nora. You can kiss me anytime you want.”
Her sigh makes my insides flush with heat.
I grab my coffee and give her a smile as I say goodbye, the jingle of the door sounding like a bell of victory.
And for the first time in a long time, I feel victorious.
Because tomorrow night, I have a date with the woman of my dreams.
