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“Will you stop calling me that!” I hiss as I slip out after her. She started calling me Charlotte last week and I hate it.
“Why? It’s such an adorable name!” She folds her arms over her chest and waits for me to respond.
“If you want to stay longer, I can take you home.” Wyatt gets out of the booth and stands at my side.
I nibble on my bottom lip, trying to decide what to say. I’d love to hang out with him for a little bit longer, but I'm not sure my heart can take that tonight. Being with him makes me wonder what my life would be like if we had never dated… or if we had never broken up.
“Nope! I need to complain to her on the way home about how much of an ass Cord still is.” Macy smiles sweetly at Cord and he rolls his eyes. I swear I'm going to find the two of them making out one day while insulting each other. They’re too combustible to walk away from each other.
“Oh… ok.” Wyatt grips the back of his neck and watches me. I know he has more he wants to say, but he doesn’t want an audience. He wanted to say more a few nights ago when I spoke to him, but he keeps hesitating. “I guess I’ll see you around then.”
“Goodbye, Wyatt.” I give him a quick hug before I follow Macy out of Kennedy’s Pub and into the chilly night air. That short hug is going to mess with my head. Thankfully I didn’t hug him the way I did Cord. I'm not sure my heart would be able to handle that.
“Are you going to tellhim?” Macy asks as she turns out of the parking lot.
“I mean I kinda have to. He’s going to find out soon no matter what. It’s not like I can hide from him at work.” I sigh and stare out the window at the familiar scenery. It feels so good to be home, I can't wait until this is permanent.
“I can't believe the Pit Bulls offered you a full-time position without you applying and you only had to interview with one person.” Macy shakes her head. “I wish I had luck like that. Instead, I'm stuck at this crappy job I hate because I can't find my dream job.”
“Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure my dad had something to do with it.”
“What do you mean?” Macy glances at me before focusing back on the road.
“I don’t think it’s a coincidence the Pit Bulls hired me. You know Owen Powell owns the team and he’s pretty close to my dad. I think Dad called him and convinced him to offer me a position. He wants me closer to home and what better way to make that happen than dropping a dream job in my lap? I’d be stupid to turn this down. I get to work with baseball players and help them feel better. Plus, I’ve been a Pit Bulls fan for life.”
“Are you mad?”
“A little. I wish I knew if I was getting this job because they actually think I can do it, or because of who I’m related to. I have a feeling it’s the latter and that doesn’t feel great.”
“So, don’t take the job.” Macy shrugs.
“I can't not take the job, Mace! It’s an amazing opportunity and could help build my career so much faster. Plus, the money. I’ll never make that much in any other position. Owen offered me almost triple what I was making at my current job.”
“Damn, does he need a marketing person? I could totally work with him. I swear that man gets more attractive every year. He’s totally going to be one of those hot grandpas.” She fans herself and winks at me.
“Or, you could date his son and marry those genes.” I smirk.
“First off, that ship has sailed. Second, we both know Owen isn't Cord’s biological dad, Parker is.”
“Oh, because Parker’s so much less attractive.” I roll my eyes.
“Well, no. But it’s Owen’s personality that makes him hotter.”
“You mean the same personality Cord has?” I smirk, but she makes a point to keep her eyes on the road.
“Charlotte, I will push you out of my car while we’re driving!” She shrieks, making me laugh. “How about this, I’ll make up with Cord when you get back together with Wyatt.”
“That’s never going to happen. He doesn’t want me, Mace.”
“You clearly didn’t see how he was looking at you tonight. That man is still head over heels in love with you. If he weren’t, I’d be trying to date him.”
I fold my arms over my chest and glare at my best friend. How dare she say that! Wyatt’s completely off limits and she knows it.
“And based on how hard you’re trying to kill me with your glare, you still love him too. Put both of your asses out of misery and just kiss the hottie.”
Macy pulls onto Mulberry Lane and stops in front of my house. I let out a long sigh and shake my head. I don’t want to have this conversation again. Nothing has changed.
“Goodbye, Macy,” I say pointedly as I climb out of the car.