him.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“It’s tomorrow night.”
I held my breath, waiting for him to tell me that it was too short of notice
and that he had other plans.
“Good deal. What time
do I pick you up?” he asked.
“Can you really get a tux
that quickly?” I blurted.
“Doll, I can do things
mere mortals can’t.”
My breath escaped me in
a rush. This had been far too easy for a last minute invite. I now had a date,
and possibly a dress for a party that I didn’t really want to go to in the
first place. Things didn’t generally work out that well for me.
Which left me
wondering… just what was going to be the hiccup?
Chapter Eight
Payton
“Honey, I’m home!” I
shouted to Chloe when I came through the front door around seven-thirty that
night.
I’m not sure what had
gotten into me, but ever since I hung up the phone with Aaron earlier in the
day, I’d felt much better. Better than even before I had a party to worry
about. We had shared texts for much of the afternoon, which had effectively
distracted me from thoughts of the sexy mechanic. Aaron had sent me numerous
selfies while he was out and about trying on tuxes. And yes, the man was right,
he could do things mere mortals couldn’t. He found a tuxedo, convinced the guy
at the shop to give him a discount and was now set and ready to go.
I had been conversing
with Chloe as well, mainly because Aaron and I were trying to work on what
color cummerbund he should get — something he insisted on. Chloe suggested silver and that had me curious as to
what she had found in her closet for me. Silver? If she put me in a silver
dress, I was going to look like a glittery blow up doll, I was sure.
“What did you get for
dinner?” Chloe hollered from her bedroom.
“Tacos.” I resisted the
urge to storm her room and see what she’d picked out; instead, I made a beeline
for the table, setting the paper bag down before depositing my purse and my
computer bag in my bedroom and kicking off my heels.
“You’re an angel, you
know that?” Chloe exclaimed when she joined me in the kitchen, throwing her
arms around me from behind and hugging me.
I stilled instantly.
Angel.
“You okay?” Chloe
asked, making her way around me to the table.
“Fine. Is Aaron home
yet?” I asked, her statement still ping-ponging around in my head. Angel. That
was what Sebastian had called me.
Strange.
Shaking off the
recurring sense of déjà vu, I blinked twice and forced my feet to move.
“Aaron’s in his room
with Mark,” Chloe announced loudly in a singsong voice.
The door to Aaron’s
room flew open and there stood Mark in all of his handsome glory. Blond hair,
blue eyes, built like a swimmer — which he was, so it kind of made sense.
“Hey, pretty girl,”
Mark greeted me as he made his way down the short hall. When he reached me, he
pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly.
“Hey. I hope you like
tacos.”
“Girl, I like anything
you bring me. But I hope you brought enough.”
Did I mention that Mark
ate a lot? He said it had to do with all the swimming. He must swim an awful
lot because he ate like a horse and never gained an ounce.
“Come on, pokey,
dinner’s here!” Mark called to Aaron down the hall.
“What do y’all want to
drink?” I asked Chloe and Mark as I leaned into the refrigerator and rummaged
around for a diet drink. We didn’t usually keep them in the house, mainly
because Chloe and I would devour them within a day, but I knew I’d hidden a
couple in the back. Before anyone could answer, I retrieved the two cans and
then held them up so she could see.
Chloe squealed.
Easily excitable, like
I said.
“We’ll take water.”
Aaron sounded snubbed as he came over to me and hugged me from behind.
“Don’t act like you’re
upset. You don’t drink sodas.”
He hadn’t had a soft
drink in at least five years. I envied his will-power, I did. But I wasn’t
giving up my Diet Dr. Pepper for anyone.
Aaron retrieved
“Doesn’t matter.”
“It’s tomorrow night.”
I held my breath, waiting for him to tell me that it was too short of notice
and that he had other plans.
“Good deal. What time
do I pick you up?” he asked.
“Can you really get a tux
that quickly?” I blurted.
“Doll, I can do things
mere mortals can’t.”
My breath escaped me in
a rush. This had been far too easy for a last minute invite. I now had a date,
and possibly a dress for a party that I didn’t really want to go to in the
first place. Things didn’t generally work out that well for me.
Which left me
wondering… just what was going to be the hiccup?
Chapter Eight
Payton
“Honey, I’m home!” I
shouted to Chloe when I came through the front door around seven-thirty that
night.
I’m not sure what had
gotten into me, but ever since I hung up the phone with Aaron earlier in the
day, I’d felt much better. Better than even before I had a party to worry
about. We had shared texts for much of the afternoon, which had effectively
distracted me from thoughts of the sexy mechanic. Aaron had sent me numerous
selfies while he was out and about trying on tuxes. And yes, the man was right,
he could do things mere mortals couldn’t. He found a tuxedo, convinced the guy
at the shop to give him a discount and was now set and ready to go.
I had been conversing
with Chloe as well, mainly because Aaron and I were trying to work on what
color cummerbund he should get — something he insisted on. Chloe suggested silver and that had me curious as to
what she had found in her closet for me. Silver? If she put me in a silver
dress, I was going to look like a glittery blow up doll, I was sure.
“What did you get for
dinner?” Chloe hollered from her bedroom.
“Tacos.” I resisted the
urge to storm her room and see what she’d picked out; instead, I made a beeline
for the table, setting the paper bag down before depositing my purse and my
computer bag in my bedroom and kicking off my heels.
“You’re an angel, you
know that?” Chloe exclaimed when she joined me in the kitchen, throwing her
arms around me from behind and hugging me.
I stilled instantly.
Angel.
“You okay?” Chloe
asked, making her way around me to the table.
“Fine. Is Aaron home
yet?” I asked, her statement still ping-ponging around in my head. Angel. That
was what Sebastian had called me.
Strange.
Shaking off the
recurring sense of déjà vu, I blinked twice and forced my feet to move.
“Aaron’s in his room
with Mark,” Chloe announced loudly in a singsong voice.
The door to Aaron’s
room flew open and there stood Mark in all of his handsome glory. Blond hair,
blue eyes, built like a swimmer — which he was, so it kind of made sense.
“Hey, pretty girl,”
Mark greeted me as he made his way down the short hall. When he reached me, he
pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly.
“Hey. I hope you like
tacos.”
“Girl, I like anything
you bring me. But I hope you brought enough.”
Did I mention that Mark
ate a lot? He said it had to do with all the swimming. He must swim an awful
lot because he ate like a horse and never gained an ounce.
“Come on, pokey,
dinner’s here!” Mark called to Aaron down the hall.
“What do y’all want to
drink?” I asked Chloe and Mark as I leaned into the refrigerator and rummaged
around for a diet drink. We didn’t usually keep them in the house, mainly
because Chloe and I would devour them within a day, but I knew I’d hidden a
couple in the back. Before anyone could answer, I retrieved the two cans and
then held them up so she could see.
Chloe squealed.
Easily excitable, like
I said.
“We’ll take water.”
Aaron sounded snubbed as he came over to me and hugged me from behind.
“Don’t act like you’re
upset. You don’t drink sodas.”
He hadn’t had a soft
drink in at least five years. I envied his will-power, I did. But I wasn’t
giving up my Diet Dr. Pepper for anyone.
Aaron retrieved
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