Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
I sigh and rub my forehead—it’s still raw from where I scrubbed away the bird poop.
“Truthfully, I think I’m a bit nervous.” I tack on a laugh at the end that sounds absolutely mental.
Yasmine and Kat are both cutting their hands across their necks, trying to tell me to ease up on the weirdo, but they should know better than anyone that’s a futile ask.
“Why’s that?”
God, his voice. It’s better like this, without his appearance distracting me. Like this, I can concentrate on how gorgeous he sounds…how easily he unravels me…
“I just…I found out who you are.”
“Oh yeah? I wasn’t hiding it or anything.”
I rush to agree. “Of course. No. It’s just—it’s kind of a funny story. I thought…when you first introduced yourself as a professional football player at The Day School, I thought you said foosball.”
His laugh sets me on a cloud. I’m floating.
“That explains so much,” he replies, sounding a little relieved.
“Yeah, I really got confused. I looked into foosball and everything.”
“Why would you do that?”
Oh right. Bugger.
“Just…I was curious about you. Is that embarrassing to say?” Judging by Kat and Yasmine’s reactions, it absolutely is. “Oh well, it’s true. I wanted to know more about you after you came to pick up Briggs from school, so I looked into the league and even watched a few matches on YouTube. Honestly, I thought it was the most ridiculous sport I’d ever seen, but I was going to make myself really like it if you and I became friends.”
He’s really laughing now, and I can almost picture him pinching his eyes closed and wiping a hand down his cheek like, This girl. What a kook.
“That’s hilarious. I’ll have to tell Darius about that. I’ve been complaining to him about the fact that you haven’t called me since I gave you my number.”
BLISS. My whole body lights up like a Times Square marquee. He’s been waiting for me to call! This man with his hordes of models actually wanted to hear from me!
“Truthfully, it was the money bit that threw me for a loop,” I reply, speaking truthfully.
“The money?”
“Yes, well, you left that nice note saying I should give you a call, but then you also gave Roger all that cash, and I don’t quite know what to make of it. You don’t…that is to say…you don’t think I’m some kind of sex worker, do you?”
“Christ,” he hisses. “No, Candace. No. Absolutely not. I’m an idiot.”
I laugh, more than a little relieved. “Oh okay, good. It’s just…I obviously can’t accept that money, whatever it was intended as.”
“I guess it was supposed to be a tip? Though now I see that it was pretty stupid. I just saw you on your feet all night working your ass off and knew you’d already been teaching all day. I felt bad.”
Oh crap. Oh bollocks.
That’s what this is.
He feels bad for me!
I’m Briggs’ teacher and he sees me as this poor soul who’s working hard and trying to make her way, and he gave me that money and his number because he felt bad. Oh my god, I wonder if he told his friends about the poor cocktail waitress and CRAP! Yasmine went on about the bloody shower and he must be so confused now.
“Right, anyway, I’ll have Briggs take home the cash to return it to you. Or maybe that’d look odd, me sending a toddler off with half a thousand stuffed in his trouser pockets. Tell you what, I’ll just—I’ll put it in an envelope and maybe pass it off to the nanny who usually comes to collect him.”
“Candace—”
“No, that’ll work well. She’s real polite. She won’t steal your money. I actually…I’ve got to go now, but it was nice talking to you! No need to worry about me in the future. I’m doing quite all right. Bye now!”
I hang up before he can get another word in, and when Kat’s mobile rings again, I shake my head and forbid them from answering.
“It’s obvious now what’s happened.”
“You’re not some charity case,” Yasmine agrees. “You don’t need his bloody money.”
“Right. God, I’m glad I didn’t get too carried away fancying him. Can you imagine how I’d feel then?”
Like an utter fool, crushed and embarrassed beyond belief.
I turn away from them and make some lame excuse about needing to get a bit of air. I throw on some joggers and shorts and yank off the tea towel, then I make my way down the stairs of our building, more than a little happy to get back out into the city. It’s so blissfully noisy and chaotic out here, and my mopey thoughts nearly disappear altogether. Nearly.
I do just what I’ve promised and tuck Logan’s money into an envelope for Briggs’ nanny. The next day, at the end of school, I try to pass it off to her.