better.
Scooting up on the bed, Crash leaned back against the headboard and grabbed his phone. He’d held off texting her all day, but couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted to know how the meeting with her asshole boss went. Wanted to know if she’d had any more seizures. Hell, he just wanted to talk to her…even if the talking was through text.
D ean : How was your day, beautiful?
C rash had never been the kind of man to use endearments with the women he dated. But when he thought about Adeline, the word beautiful just seemed to pop into his brain. Every time.
It took a while—well, five minutes was a while for him right now since he wanted to talk, but finally she responded.
A deline : Crappy. Yours?
Dean: I’m sorry. I’m guessing the meeting didn’t go well?
Adeline: You’d guess right.
Dean: Want to talk about it?
I t took a couple of minutes , but she finally texted back.
A deline : It’s too unbelievable and convoluted to type out.
Dean: Want me to call?
W hen she didn’t respond right away, Crash thought about it and hurried to text.
D ean : Only if you want to. I’m not trying to be a stalker or anything.
Dean: Seriously.
Dean: Okay, beautiful, I’m not going to push. I’ll text later this week with details on our date. I’m sorry you had a bad day.
C rash sighed and put his head back. Damn. He hadn’t meant to rush her, or make her feel uncomfortable. But even just by reading her words he could tell she was upset, and he’d only wanted to make her feel better.
His phone dinged with a text.
A deline : If you’re not busy, I wouldn’t mind talking.
W ithout thought , Crash touched the little phone icon next to her name and brought the cell up to his ear.
“Hey, Dean.”
Dean. Yeah, he liked his name on her lips.
“Hi, beautiful. I’m sorry you’ve had a crap day. If you really don’t want to talk about it, it’s fine. I wouldn’t ever want you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.
“Thanks. I…I just usually talk to my sister about my boss from hell, and it threw me for a bit when you offered to talk. I don’t—” Adeline abruptly stopped talking.
“You don’t what?”
“I don’t want you to think I’m a downer. Or that I’m always bitching about my job. I usually don’t. But it’s been a trying month or so.”
“I appreciate that. We don’t know each other very well, but even after only being with you for a short lunch, I got that you aren’t one to complain about things.”
“You did?” she asked in surprise.
“Yeah, beautiful. I did. Now…tell me about the meeting this morning. You said you had to go in early?”
She sighed hugely and Crash could picture her expression pulled down in a frown. It made him want to do anything he could to wipe it off her face.
“Yup. We all had to be in at seven-thirty for a meeting. My boss screwed up an account…again…and needed us to bail him out. You know James Wolfe?”
“The car dealer guy?”
“That’s him. Well, our company does his marketing, and it hasn’t been going well since Douglas took over the account.”
“Ouch. I have to say, I don’t watch a lot of television except at the station, but the last few commercials I’ve seen have looked pretty amateurish. What’s with the fake shots of the wolves howling while a car drives by?”
“Right. That’s why we had the meeting this morning. Our old boss had been given marketing carte blanche by Mr. Wolfe, so those ads that have been running weren’t reviewed and approved by him and he’s not happy.”
Crash chuckled. “Gotcha.”
“Anyway, I was kinda looking forward to the meeting this morning. I mean, I work with some awesomely creative people, and I knew we’d be able to put together a kick-ass campaign for Mr. Wolfe. The meeting started out good. Really good. We talked about new commercials, radio spots, teaming up with the zoo to get some good cross-promo and stuff. Douglas sat quiet the whole time, taking
Scooting up on the bed, Crash leaned back against the headboard and grabbed his phone. He’d held off texting her all day, but couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted to know how the meeting with her asshole boss went. Wanted to know if she’d had any more seizures. Hell, he just wanted to talk to her…even if the talking was through text.
D ean : How was your day, beautiful?
C rash had never been the kind of man to use endearments with the women he dated. But when he thought about Adeline, the word beautiful just seemed to pop into his brain. Every time.
It took a while—well, five minutes was a while for him right now since he wanted to talk, but finally she responded.
A deline : Crappy. Yours?
Dean: I’m sorry. I’m guessing the meeting didn’t go well?
Adeline: You’d guess right.
Dean: Want to talk about it?
I t took a couple of minutes , but she finally texted back.
A deline : It’s too unbelievable and convoluted to type out.
Dean: Want me to call?
W hen she didn’t respond right away, Crash thought about it and hurried to text.
D ean : Only if you want to. I’m not trying to be a stalker or anything.
Dean: Seriously.
Dean: Okay, beautiful, I’m not going to push. I’ll text later this week with details on our date. I’m sorry you had a bad day.
C rash sighed and put his head back. Damn. He hadn’t meant to rush her, or make her feel uncomfortable. But even just by reading her words he could tell she was upset, and he’d only wanted to make her feel better.
His phone dinged with a text.
A deline : If you’re not busy, I wouldn’t mind talking.
W ithout thought , Crash touched the little phone icon next to her name and brought the cell up to his ear.
“Hey, Dean.”
Dean. Yeah, he liked his name on her lips.
“Hi, beautiful. I’m sorry you’ve had a crap day. If you really don’t want to talk about it, it’s fine. I wouldn’t ever want you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.
“Thanks. I…I just usually talk to my sister about my boss from hell, and it threw me for a bit when you offered to talk. I don’t—” Adeline abruptly stopped talking.
“You don’t what?”
“I don’t want you to think I’m a downer. Or that I’m always bitching about my job. I usually don’t. But it’s been a trying month or so.”
“I appreciate that. We don’t know each other very well, but even after only being with you for a short lunch, I got that you aren’t one to complain about things.”
“You did?” she asked in surprise.
“Yeah, beautiful. I did. Now…tell me about the meeting this morning. You said you had to go in early?”
She sighed hugely and Crash could picture her expression pulled down in a frown. It made him want to do anything he could to wipe it off her face.
“Yup. We all had to be in at seven-thirty for a meeting. My boss screwed up an account…again…and needed us to bail him out. You know James Wolfe?”
“The car dealer guy?”
“That’s him. Well, our company does his marketing, and it hasn’t been going well since Douglas took over the account.”
“Ouch. I have to say, I don’t watch a lot of television except at the station, but the last few commercials I’ve seen have looked pretty amateurish. What’s with the fake shots of the wolves howling while a car drives by?”
“Right. That’s why we had the meeting this morning. Our old boss had been given marketing carte blanche by Mr. Wolfe, so those ads that have been running weren’t reviewed and approved by him and he’s not happy.”
Crash chuckled. “Gotcha.”
“Anyway, I was kinda looking forward to the meeting this morning. I mean, I work with some awesomely creative people, and I knew we’d be able to put together a kick-ass campaign for Mr. Wolfe. The meeting started out good. Really good. We talked about new commercials, radio spots, teaming up with the zoo to get some good cross-promo and stuff. Douglas sat quiet the whole time, taking
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