I shook my head. “I think you’ve done enough rescuing for the week.”
“I really don’t mind,” he stated as he handed me my to-go bag.
“I’ll just get a car. I don’t live too far from here.”
“I totally get it. It was nice running into you again.” He gave me a quick hug.
“Hopefully next time it won’t be when someone needs to be rescued, though I suppose that is for fate to decide.”
“Have a good night, Rhett.” I waved as he started to walk away from me.
“You too, Harper. Get home safely.”
“I will.”
* * *
“Honey, I’m home,”I sang out, walking through my front door.
Caroline rushed out of my room. “Well?”
“Another dud.” I threw my keys onto the counter and took the wine glass Caroline had filled and now held out for me.
“That bad, huh?”
I grabbed two forks out of the drawer and followed her to the couch. “Late, rude, jerk.”
“Sleepless in SeattleorWhen Harry Met Sally?” Caroline asked, pulling up the on-demand screen on my TV.
“Dealer’s choice. Hungry?”
She took a fork out of my hand. “That smells delicious.”
“Dig in. The night wasn’t a total waste, though—that guy from the bake sale was there.”
Caroline shifted to look at me. “Rhett Davis?”
I nodded. “He totally saved me from sitting alone at the bar at the end of the night.”
“Maybe you should just date him,” she mumbled with duck rolling around in her mouth.
Chewing on the inside of my lip, I mulled it over for a second before responding, “He’s on a dating break.”
“That’s only a speed bump.” She chortled before settling onThe Dating Gamefor our viewing pleasure.
As the beginning credits started to play, I got a text from Annabelle:Don’t wait up. I think I’m going home with Waylon tonight.
“Seems like Annie’s date is going better than mine.” I showed Caroline the text.
“Good for her.”
“Yeah, that lucky bastard,” I grumbled dramatically before laughing.
“We’re all in this together. We’ll all have our day in the sun with Mr. Right.”
“I hope you’re right, Caroline. I really hope you’re right.”