I sat in the bottom of my shower letting myself take a few minutes for the conversation with Crosby tosinkin.
“Am I really going on a date with Will Crosby?” I mumbled to myself as I shaved myrightknee.
My cheeks were starting to hurt from the complete elation consuming my face and entire body. I’d felt every cell buzzing with excitement from the moment his name scrolled across my phone screen only a few short momentsbefore.
After toweling off and getting dressed, I started to walk toward the restaurant for my exit meeting with Vince and hispartner,Vito.
It was a gorgeous morning—spring was just about to be in full swing and the brisk air wrapped around me as IcalledMyla.
“Hey girl hey!” Her cheery voice boomed into thephone.
“Hi! You’re never going to guess what justhappened!”
“Well, don’t keep me waiting. Please tell me it has something to do withCrosby.”
“Itdefinitelydoes!”
“Oh my God—you slept with him,didn’tyou?”
I laughed. “No. I shared a cab with you last night, silly. You of all people know I went homealone.”
“Oh right, sorry, I haven’t woken up completely yet. You know how badly I need coffee in themorning.”
“Yeah, I do. Anyway, Will is taking me on a date when the guys get back from their game inBoston.”
“Eeeeeeekkkkk!” I had to pull the phone away from my ear as Myla screeched. “This is the best! I can’t wait. I want all the details. Where is hetakingyou?”
“He hasn’t told me yet, said he still has to pick a place, but he’s sending a car for me at seven on Wednesday and that is as far as thedetailsgo.”
“Oh, please let me help you getready!”
“But ofcourse!”
“We can make a little girls afternoon out of it! I’ll see if Karla and Jessicaarefree.”
I bit my lip, pausing outside the restaurant. “I just don’t want to make too big of a fuss out of this. What if we end up notworkingout?”
“Oh fuck, Jordan, stop overthinking this. Justenjoyit.”
“Yeah, okay. You’reright.”
Chapter8
Crosby
The days seemedto drag on, the anticipation of going out with Jordan all-consuming. We texted a little back and forth over the days, but with her busily trying to finish out her guest appearance at her last place and me practicing constantly, we didn’t get too much timetochat.
Right as I got into the locker room, I rattled off a texttoher.
Me: Can’t wait fortomorrow.
Jordan: I’m counting down theminutes.
Me: Iamtoo.
Jordan: Get your head in the game! I’m going to be a wreck withthisone.
Me: Tell meaboutit.