LOGAN: Maybe I’m hunchbacked with one eye and tiny T. rex hands.
BANNERNYC: Impossible. I’ve seen your picture.
LOGAN: How?
There’s no way Greer could have sent her one because she was using my phone, and I read the message she sent Banner. So when an old photo from my days in the corps appears on the screen of my phone, I’m more than a little surprised.
LOGAN: You stalking me?
BANNERNYC: Have you changed much since then?
LOGAN: I don’t carry an M16 everywhere.
BANNERNYC: No, but I bet you’re packing below the belt. At least, that’s what I assume ...
BANNERNYC: I didn’t mean to say that. I’m drunk. Ignore everything.
Now, shit’s getting interesting. I’ve been careful to keep my messages to her on the friendly side of the scale, but Banner has hinted at more now twice. It’s time to stop with the games and put it out there for real.
LOGAN: You imagining me naked?
Chapter 6
Banner
“Ithink I just made a terrible mistake.”
As Sofia returns to the table from the bathroom, her sleek brown eyebrows knit together. “What do you mean?” She looks down at the empty cocktail glasses between us. “And what happened to my drink?”
“I drank it. This was an emergency.” I hold up my phone. “I basically told him I think about him naked.”
Sofia’s blue eyes widen as she stares at me. “I thought you said no drunk texting?”
I shrug and peer down into the empty glass. “You left me without adult supervision.”
She slides into the chair at our tall cocktail table and laughs. “You’re the adult here, Banner. You’re how much older than me? And why does it matter, anyway? You’re the queen of dirty texts.”
“You seriously can’t be asking me to do math right now, and it matters because I wasn’t doing this with him. I was trying the friends thing.”
Sofia looks at me like I’m not speaking English. “I don’t understand.”
I trace the rim of the glass with my index finger, hesitating before I speak. “I’m basically good at three things when it comes to guys. Talking dirty, one-night stands, and the walk of shame. And then there’s Logan. He’s the first one in forever who talked to me without doing it just to fuck me. He has never asked me to send him a pic of my tits. He actuallylikesme, and without knowing if I look like Cruella de Vil. He’s ... different. So I thought that meant whatever he and I are doing would be different. But I couldn’t help myself. I had to screw it all up.”
I look toward the bar rather than make eye contact with Sofia, but my gaze snaps back to her when she asks, “Does he have a brother? I could use somedifferenttoo.”
“We haven’t gotten that far. Maybe we never will. Ugh, I suck at this.”
Sofia points to my phone where it rests on the table between us. “Are you going to answer him?”
“I have to, don’t I?”
“He’s coming here tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“And where are you going to meet him?”
“I gave him the address of the tapas bar on the corner.”