Page 84 of Heartless
“Why?”
Because you’re already in love with someone and even though I love challenges, I have no idea how to compete with a dead woman.
“Are you seriously asking me that?”
He squeezed my hand. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning at seven.”
“No.”
“Yes,” he released my hand from his grip then smoothed his tie. “I’ll skip the cake now. Who knows? Maybe I’ll have something else for dessert when we get back from our date tomorrow.” He winked and left.
That last comment combined with his sexy wink made my cheeks heat up, my heart race and my legs feel weak.
The next morning, Parker knocked at my door at seven a.m. like he said he would. When I swung it open, his eyes traveled up and down my body. The hunger in them quickly transformed into a scowl.
“Change into normal clothes,” he ordered.
“Good morning to you too.” I squeezed the door handle harder, tempted to slam the thing into his face. “These are normal clothes.”
“Not for where we’re going.”
He had ditched the suits, wearing black joggers and a white tee that peeked underneath his unzipped hoodie. The backpack I noticed was the thing that almost caused me a cardiac arrest.
“I’m not hiking.”
Parker released a wolfish grin and pointed at my feet. “Not in these shoes you’re not. I’ll let you plan our next date, love. Promise. Now go change.”
“There will be no next date. I don’t want to go on this one either.”
“And yet, here you are. Ready for me to pick you up.”
“I’m not hiking,” I repeated, mainly because I didn’t want to answer his insinuation that I was anticipating his arrival.
“Relax, we’re not going to hike. Keep the dress if you insist but you have to change the shoes. Wear sneakers.”
“I can’t wear sneakers with this dress.” I pointed at the white bodycon on me.
He sighed. “Then maybe you could change your outfit. You know, like I suggested at the beginning of this meaningless conversation.”
“If you don’t like talking to me, then maybe you shouldn’t ask me out,” I slammed the door in his face and trudged inside.
My phone buzzed with a text message.
Parker: You have ten minutes. I’ll be in the car.
Asshole. But I had to admit that at least he never gloated when he won an argument. Which only made him even more likable.
I put on a pair of leggings, a cropped tank top and a hoodie that I barely used, changed my shoes, and nine minutes after I received Parker’s message I slipped into his car.
“That’s better.” He started the engine and drove off the parking lot of The Gem.
“So? What are we doing today?”
“We are doing something I have the feeling both of us desperately need.”
“Which is?”
“We are going to have fun.”
