Well that was easy. Maybe he won’t be angry at me after all. I decide to worry about that next week.
I got it. You’ll have your first forecast tomorrow morning. I do have a couple of questions that should help me personalize it if that’s okay? - Sophie
Sure. Shoot. - Liam
Your dinner plans for Wednesday - are you planning on dining in or out? - Sophie
Not sure yet. I’m trying to impress a beautiful woman, so maybe outside? - Liam
A little spike of jealousy rushes through me. Which is stupid because why wouldn’t he be trying to impress a woman? What he does with his love life has nothing to do with me.
And if we’re going to be friends I’ll have to get used to it. He’s not exactly wanting for female attention.
Sure. I’ll check it out and let you know which to opt for. Hope you have a good trip. - Sophie
Thank you. You have a good week, too. I’ll see you over the weekend. Let me know which day works for you. - Liam
I will. - Sophie
I hadn’t expected this. To have to forecast weather for his dates. And if I’m being honest, I’m not sure I like it.
But the fact is, for the next three months I’m going to have to do it. He paid handsomely for the privilege of having personalized forecasts and I’m going to deliver them.
Even if he’s whisking a model off to St. Lucia.
And I shouldn’t be jealous. I know what he’s like. It’s not like he’s dateable material. Whoever he’s seeing on Wednesday night will have him for twenty-four hours at most.
I should feel sorry for her, not jealous that she’ll have his undivided attention for one night.
And yet when I turn on my laptop to start working on his forecasts, all I can see are his warm brown eyes. And I hate that I want him to only look at me with them.
Because I can’t fall for a man who will never give me what I want. That would be madness.
Surely my sense of self-preservation is better than that.
CHAPTERTWELVE
SOPHIE
The next evening I’m walking out of the yoga studio with Ava and Lauren when my phone buzzes.
Hi. I have a slight change of plan. I have to leave for Washington DC on Wednesday afternoon, so I’m moving dinner to tomorrow night. Will it still be okay to eat outside? - Liam
I know the answer to this. I ran the forecast for New York from Tuesday afternoon to Thursday and it’s looking glorious.
You’ll be fine. The weather is looking great all week in New York. Have a good time. – Sophie :)
I add the smiley to let him know I’m not bothered at all about his dinner date. Then I turn off my phone and put it into my gym bag because I don’t want to think about his date with another woman. Especially when it’s a rare Monday night where all three of us have managed to make it to yoga. It used to be a weekly thing, but since Ava got pregnant with Charlie it’s become more like monthly.
I miss getting together with my friends and I’m not going to spoil it by brooding about a man I shouldn’t want.
“Okay,” Lauren says, sitting down dramatically at our usual table in the café. “Has anybody else noticed how the rest of the class seem to be getting fitter while we just fall over every time we try to do a downward facing dog?”
“Speak for yourself,” Ava says, smiling. “Anyway I have an excuse. I just had a baby.”
“Charlie is almost four months old,” Lauren points out. “At some point between now and eighteen years old that excuse is gonna sound stale.”
“Never.” Ava grins. “Oh hey, did I tell you he laughed this weekend?”