Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I end the phone call, my heart racing but feeling pretty good about my flirty tone.
Chest still fluttering with nerves, I make myself a grilled cheese and a side salad and eat before going out to fetch Kyle and Keanu. I give them their dinner, turn on America’s Funniest Home Videos—their favorite show—and head into the guest bathroom to take a shower, drinking a big glass of water before I get into the spray.
By the time I emerge half an hour later, my excited flutters have transformed to dread. Another glass of water and a few sobering gulps of hot tea and I’m rapidly sinking in shame quicksand, pretty sure I’ll never live down the mortification of that phone call.
Especially considering he hasn’t texted or called me back.
That’s when I remember it’s Friday night. Christian bowls with his friends on Friday nights and he doesn’t seem like the type to be checking his phone every few minutes while he’s having a good time with his buddies. Which means there’s a chance he hasn’t heard the voice message yet.
So, if a girl could get to that phone and say, submerge it in a pitcher of bowling alley beer before it was too late…
“Be good, you two,” I say, throwing on a light jacket over my sweatpants and t-shirt and racing for the door. “I’ll be back in no more than an hour.”
I grab my keys and race out to my car, praying I’ll get to Christian’s phone in time to save myself further shame and humiliation. But even as I drive quickly, but carefully and soberly, through the back streets toward the bowling alley, I have a feeling this genie isn’t going back in its bottle.
At least not without turning my life upside down first.