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.I could hug her and hit her right now.I lean forward and turn sideways, trying to include myself in the conversation as Miranda hovers behind my back.Our new friend shakes his head as he finishes swallowing.“I don’t want to get into his business, but Marcus is a good kid.I don’t blame him for doing what he did.I’d do the same if I were him.”Miranda sits back on her stool with a defeated sigh.“You people have morals too? God, I miss Houston.”“Houston, eh?” Tyler’s even more handsome with the half-smile smirk he’s wearing.“What part? I have some family down there.”“All parts,” I say, picking at my food.Ugh, great.I’ve been attacked with that inability to eat that some females get around sexy guys.I lost ten pounds in the first few months I dated my last boyfriend.Sexy guys—the only fool-proof diet.“Hey I’ll be back in a minute, okay?” Miranda says.I nod and shoo her away with the wave of my hand.Tyler says something about Galveston Island, but all I hear are the words Galveston and Island.Last night he was a stranger and now we’re talking as if we were friends.Even though I wanted to ignore him and go back to my boring day, I’m finding it really hard to end our conversation.I haven’t talked like this with someone in a long time.This isn’t even professional work-related talk or rushed, pointless Facebook status comments—it’s something more.I smile and nod and make a joke about the real estate in Galveston and he laughs.My cheeks flush, my head tilts back and my laugh is girly.I barely recognize myself.I’m having an amazing time here, at this small town bar talking to a new friend who is totally gorgeous.I’m not worrying about getting back to the office on time, plummeting market values, open houses and piddly fights with Maggie.I’m free here.Is this what Grandpa wanted for me? Am I stumbling upon the happiness that he spoke of on his death bed?Miranda jabs me hard in the arm with her elbow.“See ya later,” she says to Tyler as she climbs back on her stool.I think she’s talking to me first, but then she widens her eyes at me and motions behind me.I catch on in time to see Tyler climb off his barstool and chug the last bit of his coffee.His eyes meet mine and he does this one eyebrow lift and smile combination before walking away.My heart pounds in my chest.“Rude!” Miranda hisses in my ear.“What?” I ask, confused and suddenly ravenous.I dig into my French toast.“You didn’t even say bye.You just sat there like a total bitch.”“I did? Ugh.I’m an idiot.” Note to self: stop daydreaming about life when talking to a hot guy.Miranda’s eyes pop out of her skull.Her fork drops to her plate with a loud clang.“Oh my god, you like him.”“What? No I don’t.”“You like him,” she squeals in my ear.I’m so thankful the seats around us are empty because this girl doesn’t know how to be quiet.“I don’t even know him.I can’t like someone I don’t know.” She gives me this look, but I keep talking.“I mean, yeah he’s attractive, but so what? I’m done caring about men.Plus, we’re leaving soon and will never see him again.”“You’re rambling.” She crosses her arms.“Rambling means you like him.” Her stern face looks so much like her mother’s it makes me cringe.I know she’s just screwing with me but I feel my cheeks blush anyway.I prop my chin on my hands and lean over to her.“Fine, okay.I like him.Are you happy?”She beams.“Yes I’m happy.Now we can stay here.”“We are not staying here.”“But I think we should.”I swivel around to where my knees are touching hers.It’s hard to glare at her with that big blue-black nose of hers, but I do it to the best of my ability.“Oh yeah? Give me one good reason.”She rolls her eyes in the perfect portrayal of the teenager she is.“You like him.”“That’s not a good reason.”“Fine.I’ll give you one good—real—reason.And we’re staying.”I jab my fork into a stack of French toast and let it sit vertical.“You don’t make the rules.”“Pinky promise.” She holds out her pinky and tries to scoop up my unexpecting pinky but I yank it away just in time.“I’m not pinky promising anything.We hate this place, we’re not staying.”“I don’t hate it.I want to stay.”I let out a long sigh.“Have fun living alone.Tyler isn’t a good enough reason for me to stay.I’m done with dating.”“It’s not about Tyler.” Her eyebrows wriggle and it’s obvious she wants me to ask her for more details.Whatever she wants to say is just bursting out of her seams.“What is it about?” I ask.She shakes her head and holds up her pinky finger.“Fine, I’ll pinky promise.” I hook my pinky around hers.“But—you have to give me one, absolutely amazing, totally perfect reason and I promise to consider staying here…temporarily.”She frowns.“That’s the most half-assed promise ever, but I’ll take it.”“One reason,” I say.“I’ve got two,” she says, pointing to her index finger.“One…I just got a job.” She touches her second finger.“You did what?” My anger turns into laughter.There’s no way she just said what I think she said.“I just talked to Elizabeth and Big Large.I start tomorrow, as hostess but then I’ll get to move up to a waitress.”“Why would you do this?” My throat is dry with the way I’m yelling at her in a whisper.The last thing I need is for everyone to stare at us again.“Who the hell is Big Large?”“Big Large is the owner.He’s that big guy over there.” She hooks her thumb in the opposite direction and I glance up at a morbidly overweight man with a Santa Clause beard.“And I did it because I’m going to be a mother soon.I need money, as much of it as I can get.”“But.We.Don’t.Live.Here,” I hiss.She shakes her head slightly with her lips pursed as if to say oh, Robin you’ve got it all wrong.“You haven’t let me tell you the second reason.”“I don’t care what your second reason is, we aren’t staying here.”“I think you will care.”“No, Miranda.I won’t.”I fish some cash out of my wallet and leave it on the bar.Then I hop off my stool and prepare to leave her here.Forever, for all I care.She’s completely juvenile and ruining my trip.This trip is about me, not her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I could hug her and hit her right now.I lean forward and turn sideways, trying to include myself in the conversation as Miranda hovers behind my back.Our new friend shakes his head as he finishes swallowing.“I don’t want to get into his business, but Marcus is a good kid.I don’t blame him for doing what he did.I’d do the same if I were him.”Miranda sits back on her stool with a defeated sigh.“You people have morals too? God, I miss Houston.”“Houston, eh?” Tyler’s even more handsome with the half-smile smirk he’s wearing.“What part? I have some family down there.”“All parts,” I say, picking at my food.Ugh, great.I’ve been attacked with that inability to eat that some females get around sexy guys.I lost ten pounds in the first few months I dated my last boyfriend.Sexy guys—the only fool-proof diet.“Hey I’ll be back in a minute, okay?” Miranda says.I nod and shoo her away with the wave of my hand.Tyler says something about Galveston Island, but all I hear are the words Galveston and Island.Last night he was a stranger and now we’re talking as if we were friends.Even though I wanted to ignore him and go back to my boring day, I’m finding it really hard to end our conversation.I haven’t talked like this with someone in a long time.This isn’t even professional work-related talk or rushed, pointless Facebook status comments—it’s something more.I smile and nod and make a joke about the real estate in Galveston and he laughs.My cheeks flush, my head tilts back and my laugh is girly.I barely recognize myself.I’m having an amazing time here, at this small town bar talking to a new friend who is totally gorgeous.I’m not worrying about getting back to the office on time, plummeting market values, open houses and piddly fights with Maggie.I’m free here.Is this what Grandpa wanted for me? Am I stumbling upon the happiness that he spoke of on his death bed?Miranda jabs me hard in the arm with her elbow.“See ya later,” she says to Tyler as she climbs back on her stool.I think she’s talking to me first, but then she widens her eyes at me and motions behind me.I catch on in time to see Tyler climb off his barstool and chug the last bit of his coffee.His eyes meet mine and he does this one eyebrow lift and smile combination before walking away.My heart pounds in my chest.“Rude!” Miranda hisses in my ear.“What?” I ask, confused and suddenly ravenous.I dig into my French toast.“You didn’t even say bye.You just sat there like a total bitch.”“I did? Ugh.I’m an idiot.” Note to self: stop daydreaming about life when talking to a hot guy.Miranda’s eyes pop out of her skull.Her fork drops to her plate with a loud clang.“Oh my god, you like him.”“What? No I don’t.”“You like him,” she squeals in my ear.I’m so thankful the seats around us are empty because this girl doesn’t know how to be quiet.“I don’t even know him.I can’t like someone I don’t know.” She gives me this look, but I keep talking.“I mean, yeah he’s attractive, but so what? I’m done caring about men.Plus, we’re leaving soon and will never see him again.”“You’re rambling.” She crosses her arms.“Rambling means you like him.” Her stern face looks so much like her mother’s it makes me cringe.I know she’s just screwing with me but I feel my cheeks blush anyway.I prop my chin on my hands and lean over to her.“Fine, okay.I like him.Are you happy?”She beams.“Yes I’m happy.Now we can stay here.”“We are not staying here.”“But I think we should.”I swivel around to where my knees are touching hers.It’s hard to glare at her with that big blue-black nose of hers, but I do it to the best of my ability.“Oh yeah? Give me one good reason.”She rolls her eyes in the perfect portrayal of the teenager she is.“You like him.”“That’s not a good reason.”“Fine.I’ll give you one good—real—reason.And we’re staying.”I jab my fork into a stack of French toast and let it sit vertical.“You don’t make the rules.”“Pinky promise.” She holds out her pinky and tries to scoop up my unexpecting pinky but I yank it away just in time.“I’m not pinky promising anything.We hate this place, we’re not staying.”“I don’t hate it.I want to stay.”I let out a long sigh.“Have fun living alone.Tyler isn’t a good enough reason for me to stay.I’m done with dating.”“It’s not about Tyler.” Her eyebrows wriggle and it’s obvious she wants me to ask her for more details.Whatever she wants to say is just bursting out of her seams.“What is it about?” I ask.She shakes her head and holds up her pinky finger.“Fine, I’ll pinky promise.” I hook my pinky around hers.“But—you have to give me one, absolutely amazing, totally perfect reason and I promise to consider staying here…temporarily.”She frowns.“That’s the most half-assed promise ever, but I’ll take it.”“One reason,” I say.“I’ve got two,” she says, pointing to her index finger.“One…I just got a job.” She touches her second finger.“You did what?” My anger turns into laughter.There’s no way she just said what I think she said.“I just talked to Elizabeth and Big Large.I start tomorrow, as hostess but then I’ll get to move up to a waitress.”“Why would you do this?” My throat is dry with the way I’m yelling at her in a whisper.The last thing I need is for everyone to stare at us again.“Who the hell is Big Large?”“Big Large is the owner.He’s that big guy over there.” She hooks her thumb in the opposite direction and I glance up at a morbidly overweight man with a Santa Clause beard.“And I did it because I’m going to be a mother soon.I need money, as much of it as I can get.”“But.We.Don’t.Live.Here,” I hiss.She shakes her head slightly with her lips pursed as if to say oh, Robin you’ve got it all wrong.“You haven’t let me tell you the second reason.”“I don’t care what your second reason is, we aren’t staying here.”“I think you will care.”“No, Miranda.I won’t.”I fish some cash out of my wallet and leave it on the bar.Then I hop off my stool and prepare to leave her here.Forever, for all I care.She’s completely juvenile and ruining my trip.This trip is about me, not her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]