I leaned against the battered hood of my car and crossed my arms. Didn't the guy know? There was always a bigger fish.
Finally, they finished talking, and together, they turned toward the restaurant. Halfway there, Chloe glanced over her shoulder, and our eyes met across the distance.
She might not know it, but she was still my girl. And somehow, I was going to win her back.
Chapter 9
Brittney was pouting again. "I still don't see why it has to be tonight."
Technically, it wasn't night. It was morning, nearly four o'clock, just a couple of hours after I'd seen Chloe in the restaurant parking lot.
I still didn't know what time she got off work, but I wasn't taking any chances. When she stopped by, I'd be ready.
So would Brittney, because Chloe was going to get that apology, even if I had to sit here for hours, listening to Brittney gripe about it.
We were sitting in a side-room just off the front entryway, near the front door for when Chloe showed up. I had a plan. Get Brittney's apology out of the way and then send her packing, pronto. I even had a driver at the ready just to make it nice and easy.
In the chair opposite me, Brittney gave another loud sigh. "Can't we turn on some music or something?"
"No."
"How about the TV?"
"No."
She made a sound of annoyance. "Why not?"
"Because this isn't a social call."
"What the hell is a social call?"
I shrugged. Shit, I didn't know. But I did know one thing, I wasnotgoing to give Chloe the impression that Brittney and I were hanging out for fun.
I glanced around. Even this room wasn't one I normally spent any time in. It was a small sitting area with slim, delicate furniture that my decorator had picked out, not for comfort, but for looks.
My chair was too small and uncomfortable as hell. When all this was over, I decided, I'd throw everything out and start over.
Maybe, I'd get lucky, and Chloe and I could shop together, see whatsheliked. If I got really lucky, this might be her house, too, someday. At the thought, I almost smiled.
"Got anything to drink?" Brittney asked.
"Yeah. Water."
"Oh come on." She slouched down in her chair. "Now you're just being rude."
"Yeah? Well, Iamrude. So get over it."
"Oh fine," she muttered. "I guess I'll just die of thirst."
I glanced toward the front door.Come on, Chloe. You're still showing, right?
We'd been sitting for almost another hour when I finally heard a car pulling into the drive. I shot out of my chair and flung open the front door.
It was only Bishop, getting out of a cab. I waited, watching as he paid the driver and began sauntering toward me while the cab backed out of the drive.
Bishop eyed me, standing in the doorway. "Nice of you to wait up for me."
He wasn't stupid. We both knew I wasn't waiting up forhim. I glanced toward the street, hoping to see that little red Fiesta pulling in where the cab had just left.
