“You seem like you speak from experience,” I commented, choking down the bitter dark roast.
He pursed his lips. “That I do. My mother was divorced three times before I was fourteen.”
“Ouch.”
He waved it off. “I guess a lot of us aren’t lucky in love.”
“Amen to that.”
“Speaking of unlucky dating, would you want to grab dinner with me sometime?”
I was not expecting that.
“What about your dating hiatus?” I teased with a coy smirk.
“Well, fate keeps bringing you to me. Figured I’d come out of retirement for one more shot at a home run.” He gave me a crooked grin.
“Why the hell not? Let’s do it.” I grabbed his phone off of the table and dialed my number. “Now we don’t have to do the awkward dance of who is going to ask who for their number first. Call me later and we’ll figure something out. I have to go put out this fire and figure out who is going to pick Noah up from school.”
Taking his phone back, Rhett saved my number quickly. “I can pick the kid up. I have to grab my nephew anyway.”
“You’re a lifesaver.” I sighed before rising to stand.
“See you later, Harper. Give ’em hell.” Rhett walked to me to the door.
“Here goes nothing.”