Page 21 of Endeavor
Me: There are too many for a text.
I barely hit send before my video chat pops up on my phone. A very fancy-looking Kate is staring at me.
“Well, damn, someone is overdressed for a phone call.”
“I wasn’t planning on video chatting with you, dipshit. What’s going on? And make it quick, I sort of am late for a function.”
I roll my eyes. “I met Andy Westin. He wants to have lunch with Blythe and me.”
Kate squeals. “Seriously? That’s huge!! OMG!”
“I ended up back at her house for an after-party. And Will cut his hand on a wineglass and we had to go to the ER. Blythe’s son, Grady, drove us.”
“Wait. Grady Daniels, the former race car driver turned musician, drove you two to the ER?”
I nod. “Yep. And at first, I thought he was a giant asshole, but then he stayed with me while I waited for Will and actually spoke to me, like a real conversation and he’s not a total asshole after all.”
“Wait. What? So, are you with Will or Grady?” Kate asks as she reapplies her lipstick.
“Neither. Will was just my date. And he’s super nice, but I don’t know how compatible we are. And Grady…I just…I don’t think anything will come of that.”
“Hey, don’t count your chickens,” Kate says.
“I’m not counting on anything.”
“Well, don’t just dismiss them either.”
“Kate, seriously?”
She shrugs. I hear someone speaking in the background, and she sighs. “I gotta go, but text me when you finally grow some lady balls and talk to him.”
“Who?”
She stares into the camera. “You know damn well who. Later.”
She hits end, and I sit there staring at my phone.
It’s then that I see I have a string of text messages.
Will: Thanks for taking care of me last night. Sorry again for ruining our evening. I’ll have to take you for a proper dinner to make it up to you.
Quinlan: Glad you go home safely. You didn’t miss much. The party started winding down after you left.
Grady: Glad you’re home safe. Do you like sushi?
I grin at his random question.
Me: Yes.
I’m surprised when the three little dots pop up telling me that he’s responding.
Grady: Dinner. Tonight. 7 pm. I will pick you up.
Me: (eye-rolling emoji) Two problems with that. One, I have reading to do for class. And two, even if I didn’t, you don’t know where I live.
Grady: You underestimate me. You have to eat, and you can do it with me. And two, you think I didn’t cyberstalk your ass after last night?
Me: Oh, so now you’re a stalker and a manwhore?
