“See you in the morning.”
What a night,Paige thought when she was alone. It wasn’t often that you rid yourself of one man only to be dumped by another.
Of course, there was still one man on the horizon, she thought, reaching inside her clutch for her phone. She checked her watch. It was after eleven o’clock. Was it too late to send a text?
I’ll be here,Mr. Right Now had written earlier.
Still, she didn’t want to appear too anxious. She clicked onto Match Sticks, scrolling through the sea of tiny faces for his photograph. “Looking for love…” she hummed absently, “…in all the wrong places.”
And then, there he was.
Mr. Right Now.
“What’s your real story?” she asked out loud, clicking off the site and collapsing on her bed, exhaustion covering her like a blanket. It was too late for anything but sleep. Mr. Right Now would have to wait until morning.