Page 19 of Catch You


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“Where?”

She taps her nose before walking out of the door, holding the other miniscule dress to her body. God help me if she’s wearing that; the guys will trip over themselves just to get a look.

I pull out one of my nicest sets of underwear in the hope that it, along with the dress, will cheer me up before spritzing myself with perfume and pulling it all on.

I dry my hair and make quick work of accentuating my natural curls, allowing it to hang down over my shoulders beforegoing for my makeup. My mood has me applying it a little heavier than I usually would, but when I sit back and look myself over, I can’t help but be pleased. I look a million miles from the girl who broke down in the hall not so long ago. My armor is firmly back in place, and I’m ready to spend some time with one of my favorite people.

“Are you ready?” I call to Brooke as I slip my feet into a pair of wedges and swipe a clutch from my closet.

“Almost. You?”

I drop my gloss and cell into the small purse and walk to her room.

“Ready.”

She glances over her shoulder at me, her eyes going wide as she takes me in. “Whoa, girl. That dress was made for you.”

“I love it. Thank you so much.”

“You’re more than welcome. I wish you’d let me shop for you more often.” She stands, revealing her tiny black bodycon dress, and I remember why she shouldn’t be my personal shopper. “Oh shush,” she says with a wave of her hand, knowing my exact thoughts about the scrap of fabric she calls a dress. “Let’s go.”

Her hand slips into mine and she pulls me through the house. Outside, I find an Uber waiting for us, and after locking the front door we climb in.

Brooke confirms our destination, off we go.

It’s only a few minutes later that we pull up in front of my favorite tapas restaurant.

“You got a table last minute?”

“Sure did,” she says with a wink.

“Oh God, who did you promise what to?”

“Moi?”

“The innocent look doesn’t wash with me, B.”

Rolling her eyes, she huffs out a breath. “I might have agreed to a date with Todd.”

“You did not!” I squeal.

“See how much I love you?”

“Oh, like it’s really a hardship. He’s not exactly bad looking.” Todd’s been a waiter here since it opened, and he’s hit on Brooke every single time we’ve been. And every single time, she’s knocked him back. I don’t know the real reason; she comes up with some pathetic excuse each time before deflecting the conversation.

“If it puts a smile on your face, then it’ll be worth it.”

“Thank you,” I say sincerely as we walk toward the entrance. As if he was waiting, Todd pulls the door open and greets us—okay, Brooke—with a wide smile. Credit where credit’s due, his eyes don’t drop in favor of her body for almost a whole minute.

“I secured you both the best table.”

“Thank you, Todd. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. I can assure you that the pleasure is all mine,” he mutters almost absently as Brooke walks ahead, giving him full sight of her ass.

I laugh at him before following her lead.

“You want the usual?”