Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“Are you going to look at that later?” she teases.
“I might.”
She sticks her tongue out at me before plucking a piece of cheesecake off her glass, then taking a careful bite.
“Oh my God, yum.”
“Good?”
She moans. “I was wrong. This might be worth a sugar coma.”
“Told you,” I say smugly, chewing thoughtfully. “I have excellent taste.”
“That’s what they should name this place. Sugar Coma,” she suggests, sucking ice cream through the shake’s blue straw, then forking the cheesecake balanced on top.
Soon we’re both clutching our guts and moaning, leaning back against the seats. Stuffed.
“I can’t take it anymore,” she complains.
“Neither can I—and I can usually eat until it’s gone.”
We sit in silence for a bit.
“Hey,” I say after a time. “Thanks for coming out with me. I know we didn’t get to spend any actual time together at the signing, but I really liked having you there with me.”
“You’re welcome.” Margot lifts her spoon and licks it. “You’re lucky I like food.”
“Just the food?”
She looks at me, her expression softening. “No, not just the food. You know it’s the company I like even better.”
Seriously, the old Dex—the Dex of last week—would have gagged hearing a compliment like that and might have laughed at her. This new Dex is eating her words right up the same way I was lapping up this ice cream.
“Good to know. Because I was thinking . . . maybe next time, we could do something different.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Something crazy. Something we’ve never done before.”
She tilts her head, considering. “Like skydiving?”
“Jeez, dear God, no.” I laugh. “Not that crazy. But we’ll figure something out.” I pause. “Maybe next time we can do something with Wyatt?”
I’m feeling her out, gauging whether or not she wants to reintroduce me to her daughter—for real this time. Even though I’ve met Wyatt already, it was in the most unconventional circumstances. I’d rather do it properly.
“I don’t think I want ‘something crazy’ and ‘maybe we can do it with Wyatt’ in the same sentence.” She laughs. “But I get what you’re saying.”
This perks me up. “Is that a yes?”
Margot leans over and kisses me on the lips. “No. But I’ll think about it.”
Chapter 20
Dex:
Just wanted to thank you again for coming tonight . . .
Margot:
Thank you for inviting me—I had a great time. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen watching you sign autographs.
Dex:
You’ve never been to anything like that before?
Margot:
No, never!
Dex:
Then I’m glad your first was with me.
Dex:
What are you up to rn, thinking about going out with me again?
Margot:
I can neither confirm nor deny whether or not I was thinking about going out with you again.
Dex:
So, no to taking Wyatt somewhere fun?
Margot:
I’m thinking about it. I can’t decide if it’s too soon to bring her into the fold as a full-time player. Ha ha.
Dex:
Yeah, but she already knows who I am. There are no takebacks.
Margot:
True. She does ask about you now . . .
Dex:
She does?!?
Margot:
I mean . . . she might have done
Dex:
Why am I just now hearing about this?! What sorts of things does she say?
Margot:
LOL you are so nosy
Dex:
Listen, I need all the help I can get. You’re not exactly running straight into my arms, you’re making me work for it. If I have the kid on my side, my odds just got exponentially better.
Margot:
All the more reason not to let the two of you in the same room. I don’t need the two of you ganging up on me.
Dex:
Us?! We would never
Margot:
LOL bullshit. And just ’cause you wouldn’t doesn’t mean my child wouldn’t. Wait. Did that make sense?
Dex:
No but I got the gist of it.
Dex:
And you can trust Wyatt and me in a room together. I promise not to fall for any of her master plans.
Margot:
Hmm. We’ll see.
Dex:
And speaking of skydiving, they have those indoor places . . .
Margot:
OMG no, I have no desire to be strapped into one of those suits and have a mask on my face in front of you—I’m trying to be cute, not have all my best parts stretched and blown around . . .
Dex:
Trust me, I’d still be attracted to you.
Margot:
Ah so you admit it, you think I’m like really pretty . . .
Dex:
Hot. Cute. Pretty. Sexy.
Margot:
Stop, you’re making me blush . . .
Dex:
Blush all over?
Margot:
LOL maybe.
Dex:
This I would like to see . . .
Margot:
Dream on.
Dex:
You wouldn’t send me a selfie?
Margot:
Not a sexy one. And besides, I don’t take great photos.
Dex:
I don’t believe that for a second. You’re so fucking cute I can’t even stand it anymore.
Margot:
Flattery will get you nowhere.
Dex:
I don’t believe that for a second haha
Dex:
You’re not even gonna give me a little peek? Not even a cute selfie?
Margot:
Maybe if you ask nicely . . .
Dex:
I thought I was!
Dex:
Please? Pretty please?
Margot:
Hmm, I’ll think about it. What about you? How come I’m the only one in the hot seat here, do I get something in return??