Page 11 of Mr. Flirt

Fine. Whatever. Did you want me to tell you about the birth of Danni’s little girl?

I snickered to myself, already knowing the answer. I really didn’t know how we could be sisters.

I’m sure it went just fine.

I smiled and groaned. Where was this girl’s curiosity? Compassion?

How was the rest of your birthday?

She wrote back.

Amazing. Thanks for the Chanel bag. I love it, and I’m going to use it tonight.

I quickly typed back.

Tonight? Where are you going?

Mae replied.

Out with a guy I met last night.

Of course. I should have guessed. I shook my head and told her I loved her just as my phone rang. It wasn’t a number I recognized, but that wasn’t too unusual.

“This is Lucy,” I answered flatly.

“Hey, Lucy. This is Shep Jensen. The guy you nearly elbowed out of the way last night.”

My frown resurfaced. “Umm. I don’t really remember that.”

He whistled. “Oh, one too many, huh?”

I gasped and shook my head. The nerve of this guy. “No, actually. I had zero to drink and wasn’t at the bar for more than ten minutes, so I think you’re mistaken.”

“Oh, I’m not mistaken.” The guy’s voice was cute. There was no doubt about that, and his confidence was refreshing, but that was where this would end.

“I’m sorry. You said your name was Ship or Chip or—”

“It’s Shep.”

“Short for?” I prompted. “Shepherd?”

He laughed. “You know what they say about people who assume.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Seriously. Is this how you try to pick up all the women?”

“No, actually.” He laughed some more. “It’s usually pretty easy, so that’s why I’m calling.”

“Ah.” I nodded to myself. “So, you just don’t like being told no.”

“Technically, you didn’t say no,” he corrected, and his voice sounded vaguely familiar.

“True, because I have absolutely no recollection of you.”

“Ouch.”

I snickered, nearly picturing him holding his chest.

If his looks matched his voice, I was in trouble.

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