A beep comes from the couch, and I snatch the phone off the armrest and sift through the messages.
Nick, Adele. Abel?
Are you coming?
Smiling,I type away.
I start with Abel.
Soon, he’ll have to pay me instead of me paying him.
* * *
“The food is delicious,”I say politely, dabbing at the corner of my mouth with a Thanksgiving-themed napkin.
“Do you want another slice of pie?” Adele asks.
“No, thank you.”
Her apartment is full of people. Her parents flew in, and a few more couples were added to the mix.
The conversation spans from politics to the latest fad diet and the indiscretions of celebrities attempting to stay relevant.
A soft touch on my shoulder makes me swivel my head.
“Hey.”
I scrape my chair back and turn to Nick.
“Hey,” I say.
“Do you have a moment?”
“Sure.”
I rise to my feet and follow him, furtively glancing at my reflection as we both strut past a large wall mirror.
The white, skintight dress hugs my body, showcasing my silhouette before stopping above my knees. My dark hair drapes over my back and shoulders.
Perched on high heels, I sway my hips ahead of him.
I should’ve toned down my appearance, especially since I knew he’d be here. I’m not a huntress. At least, not in the open.
And I don’t want to be a cock tease, either.
We slip into the study room.
He smoothly closes the door behind us and, without making the slightest noise, leans against the door.
His hair is a bit longer than the last time I saw him, making him look much younger and more adventurous.
His eyes still harbor an ocean of insecurity.
He is a smart man. He knows we are the mismatch of the century, yet he doesn’t seem to care.
Our eyes connect.
“Yes?”