He laughs, but I can see the disappointment, and honestly, same. “Can’t have that. Rain check?”
“Definitely a rain check,” I reassure him.
“Can I have your number then? Because I’m not letting tonight be the last time I see you.” He pulls out his phone and hands it to me. I type my number in, and when I hand it back, he looks at the screen and then at me.
“I’m calling you tomorrow.”
“You’d better.”
He kisses me one more time, quick, warm, like he can’t help himself, and then I grab my bag and force myself to walk away before I change my mind, because I am about three seconds from saying fuck it and dealing with the consequences in the morning.
“Sorry about that,” Eve says.
I wave off her apology. “It was for the best,” I tell her.
“You made out with him, though.”
“I know. And it was good, so good.”
“Going to see him again?” Eve asks.
“If he calls yeah, but if not, it wasn’t meant to be. But I’m happy how the night went so … win–win really.”
As we step out of the club, I see Fish getting into a cab with the brunette. Eve and I look at each other and laugh. Damn hockey players.
“Guessing Vi is heading home with Trent then?” I ask Eve.
“Of course, she’s going to eat that man alive.” She laughs. “Your work friends are nice. I think you’re going to settle in just fine,” Eve reassures me.
“You think?”
Eve nods as we wait in line at the taxi rank until it’s time for us to get in. We live near each other, so Eve and I hop in together. We drop her off first and then head to my apartment.
I can hear Frankston’s nails clicking down the hallway before I’ve even got the door shut. “Shh,” I whisper, crouching down to scratch behind his ears. “Go back to bed, you traitor. I don’t need my brothers knowing what time I got home.” He licks my face, and his tail thumps against the floor like a drum.
Bacon.That’s what wakes me. I shuffle into the kitchen in my oversized tee and shorts. Pierre is at the stove, while Felix is at the counter with a bowl of cereal and his phone, and Frankston is under the table in position.
“Morning,” I mumble, heading for coffee.
“Late night?” Pierre smirks as he pulls the bacon from the pan.
“Yeah. Went out with the girls from work.”
“Eve posted stories.” Felix holds up his phone, showing me a video of Eve and me dancing together.
“So?”
“So, you had fun?” Pierre asks.
“Yeah. The girls from work are nice.” Pierre nods as if that answer satisfies him. “I think I’m going to like working with them.”
“Anyone else go?” Felix asks. Do they know about the guys turning up?
“We ran into some of the guys.”
Pierre turns around. “Which guys?”
“Fish, Bouch, Nelly, and Evan.”