Page 152 of The Confidant
I finished making the drinks and was about to call out Carter’s name for the pick-up when I looked up and saw Nash standing just on the other side of the counter.
“Are those ours?” he asked.
“Y-yeah,” I said, a flash of heat rushing over me.
And just like always, I was immediately caught off guard by how blue his eyes were up close. They reminded me of the ocean back home, and all I wanted to do was swim in them.
“Perfect.” He took the cups in his hands, balancing his smoothie in the crook of his arm. Then he said, “Thanks,” before turning and walking back to his table.
I let out a low sigh as I watched his retreating back, wondering, not for the first time, when I would get over my stupid crush and move on to liking someone more attainable.
Because if he was ever going to notice me, it should have happened by now.
But since I was really good at holding onto the unrequited-love thing, instead of going to the other end of the counter and starting the sandwiches for the Hastings’s siblings, I pulled out my phone and opened my email app to my drafts folder and clicked on the email I’d been thinking about sending for a few months.
I read over what I’d typed.
Dear Confidant,
What do you do when the guy you like doesn’t seem to realize you exist?
-Kiara
PS: Remember how you said you owe me one for keeping your secret?
Yep…I was still just as pathetic as I had been back in February when I’d written this.
But I knew nothing would change if I didn’t do something about it, so I pressed the button to send the email.
And just as I was pulling out the bread to make Nash’s breakfast sandwich and telling myself not to freak out, I saw Hunter pull his phone out from his back pocket, like he’d just felt the email notification push through.
Crap!I probably shouldn’t have sent that when Nash was sitting right next to him.
Hunter furrowed his brow at me, like he was curious why I would emailThe Confidantwhen I could just walk over and talk to him. I’d opted to use my regular email account [email protected] so he knew it was from me.
Just read it, I mouthed, my heartbeat pulsing in my temples.
So he looked back at his phone and seemed to scan the email while everyone at his table was too wrapped up in their conversation to notice.
He looked up again when he’d finished. I could see he was wondering who I had written to him about, so I decided to just make everything really obvious and eyed Nash.
Hunter looked at Nash, too, and seeming to make all the connections in his head, he started typing something on his phone.
A moment later, my phone buzzed with a new email that said,Want me to play matchmaker?
BONUS EPILOGUE
HUNTER
NINE YEARS LATER
“Where’s my best friend?”Scarlett’s dad, Jeremiah, said in a singsong voice after stepping into the entryway of our home. “Does my best friend, Levi, live here?”
“Grandpa’s here!” the voice of my three-year-old son Levi squealed from the kitchen at the sound of his grandpa’s voice. And a few seconds later, my son with auburn curls came running around the corner and into his grandpa’s arms.
“You came!” he said. “I so excited!”
“I'm so excited to see you, too,” Jeremiah said, hugging Levi tight. “I heard you just got a new scooter. Can you show me?”
