Page 8 of Until He Confesses
“You suck,” he said.
She smiled.
“I’m sure it wasn’t bad though because if it was then I wouldn’t forget. So, since I can’t remember then it means it’s passable and nothing stood out.”
“That works too,” he said. “Oh, the waitress is coming over.”
She arrived looking exhausted with tendrils of hair escaping her bun. I kept my gaze on Callie as Anna made her order.
“Chili fries, burger, no tomatoes. Extra lettuce.”
“Same for me,” she piped up.
“Me too,” Brett said.
“Make that four,” I told the waitress.
She nodded and walked away, and the entire table was once again thrown into silence.
Awkwardly, the girls began to chat with each other while Brett turned to look at me with a stupid smile on his face.
I ignored him and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I listened to both girls and not till the food arrived did I look up, and at that time I wondered what it was about her that I was so intrigued by.
Perhaps it was because I had been impressed from the get-go of how she had handled that idiot that had been harassing her.
She almost wouldn’t have needed my help until those last few seconds, and that sparked a little respect for her that was unusual for me. It was also all the more heightened by the fact that she seemed to be quite reserved.
Plus, there was also the undeniable fact that she was unarguably gorgeous.
Not in a blatant way, but in a way that made it impossible to look away.
Ah, those plump lips…
Brett tapped my shoulder and I turned to him with a frown to realize that my food had been placed before me. There was an unmistakable glint of amusement in his eyes, and it was quite worrisome to imagine what the source was.
I didn’t even dare to look at her or Anna because something told me that I had been caught by all parties unashamedly staring at her lips.
CALLIE
(9 YEARS LATER)
“I’ll never forgive you.”
I snorted in amusement as I zipped my luggage shut, and then turned around to meet a scowling Anna leaning against my open bedroom door.
“Work is more important than dating.”
“You took this shift to get out of this double date.”
I didn’t have any arguments there, but I wasn’t about to admit to it either, so I grabbed my luggage, took one last look around my room to be sure that all was in order, then smiled at her.
“This is a special route and I’m not going to miss it for all the world. We’re flying to London, and you know I’m usually never available when we have a London route. I’ll be there for three days even and I’m planning on turning it into a little vacation. I’m sorry but that experience holds much more promise than a blind date.”
“It’s not exactly a blind date.”
She stood in my way.
“Anna,” I complained. “I’m going to be late.”