“Okay, how much will it run me?” I asked.
“I told you not to worry about that,” Wren said.
“I still have to pay something.”
Dean watched our exchange. I had a feeling he was about to tell me a number that would put me in debt.
“One dinner.”
“Oh, for the love of—” Wren groaned. “Really?”
“Dinner, seriously?” I asked.
“Just one.”
“That’s not usually how this works.”
“Save your money, Grace,” Dean said. “Take this deal instead.”
I’d been so sure Dean was only around me because he had to be. After all, this was his worst nightmare.
But if I’d had it my way, I would have liked to get to know him. We didn’t have to be best friends, but something was better than nothing when we’d be sharing a child.
Had he figured out what he was able to offer? Was this dinner to discuss that?
I knew my answer immediately.
“Fine. Dinner.”
“Grace, you really don’t have to do this.” Wren turned to Dean. “And you should really know how to ask people out better.”
“I’m not asking her out. I’m asking for one dinner.”
“Right, because you don’t date.” Wren crossed her arms. “I know where this leads.”
“It won’t go there,” I said, because it already had. “It’s a good deal. What other electrician is gonna offer this?”
“Whatever. If he hurts you, I’ll kick him in the balls for you.”
“Scary,” Dean said. “Thank you for your business, Grace. I have the stuff in my truck. Give me a few minutes.”
He walked away.
“Seriously, dinner?” Wren muttered. “The nerve of that guy.”
“You did warn me about flirting.” Though, I doubted it was true flirting. “It’s fine. I’d rather make him food than deal with how much he would charge.”
“You just know his whole thing, right?” she asked. “He only sleeps with people. He doesn’t commit.”
“Trust me, I know.”
“And he doesn’t change his mind.”
She was making sure I knew what I was getting into. And Ihad, back when I thought it would just be a one-night stand. Now, we were something else.
What? I wasn’t sure. But we certainly weren’t together.
“I’ve got it,” I said gently. “I know what I’m getting into.”