Page 76 of Paradise & Vodka
I blew out a breath.
Me:Because I need it.
Instead of texting me back, he called me.
"Are you going to give it to me or not?" I said instead of a greeting.
"I want to know why, first."
"Why does it matter?" I rolled my eyes.
"Because you said you needed a favor, and I'm not sure why me giving you her number would be a favor."
"Wait—what?"
"Your first text."
Fuck."I thought that you might need to use your FBI resources or something if you didn't have her number," I lied.
"Bullshit." He chuckled. "What is this really about?"
I knew Paul, and he wouldn't let this go. So, I walked farther away from the bar, blew out a long breath, and replied in a low voice, "All right, fine. I'm out on a date, and I don't want to fuck her. Happy now?"
"Because of Ashleigh?"
I sighed again and stopped walking. "Yes."
"You know what this means, right?"
"That I will kick your ass if you don't give me Morgan's number?" I leaned against a wall.
He laughed. "You could try."
"Whatever. Are you going to give me her number or what?"
"On one condition."
"And what's that?"
"You get your head out of your ass, and you tell Ashleigh how you feel."
"I can't."
"And why not?"
"What if she doesn't feel the same way?"
"Then you'll be right where you're at now."
That wasn't true. I would be fucking heartbroken. "You don't understand."
"What makes you say that?"
"Because Joss didn't break your heart."
"That's where you're wrong." He was silent for a moment. "Don’t you remember she left me after the shit went down with her brother? I didn't leave the fucking house for a week."
Oh, right."Well, I don't want to be like that."
