Page 63 of No Match Found
“Six,” he said definitively, reaching over and pressing it.
His shoulder brushed mine, and even though my body had rubbed against dozens of people and been somewhat manhandled by Leo not even fifteen minutes ago, the contact left me feeling like I’d been burned. If burning could feel pleasant.
The intensity of the confrontation at the club had dissipated, though, and I forced my mind to stay away from it. It was dangerous territory. I just need to focus on the present and this…parking garage.
Ugh. Grant was leaving his mark on more of my life than I’d anticipated.
Even more frustrating was that it was a one-way street. He washere, enmeshed in the most intimate of ways in my life, while I had no idea what his life was like. He’d return to New York, get back to his normal, and forget about me once he got swallowed up in his next project.
Me?
I’d go to work, and my office would feel weird and lonely and quiet. I’d drive into a parking garage in a random place and think of him. I’d go on dates—if I ever recovered from tonight—and look for him.
It wasn’t fair.
We stepped out of the elevator, and Grant hesitated for a second before turning right.
“So,” he said. “Are we going to run another match cycle? Get another date for you?”
I pressed my lips together. “Too soon, Grant. Way too soon.”
He chuckled, looking around the gray, boxy garage. “Fine. We can wait to discuss that until Monday, I guess.” He stopped in his tracks, a little furrow in his brow as he looked around.
I watched him. “Grant. Do you know where you parked your car?”
He scoffed. “Of course I do. Doyou?”
“Nope.” I smiled as he turned in a circle, looking at the rows of cars on either side of us. “That’s the driver’s responsibility.”
“Yup. And it’s definitely on the fifth level.”
I barked an unladylike “ha!” and followed him down the nearest staircase. We walked the rows of cars on that level, Grant pressing the unlock button on his key as we watched for a flicker of headlights. After level five turned up nothing, we headed to the seventh level…which also turned up nothing.
“Did your phone save your parking spot?” I asked. “Sometimes mine does that.”
He laughed. “Have youseenmy phone?”
“Fair enough. You might consider a smarter phone.”
“Smart phones make too many of their owners dumber.”
I couldn’t argue with that. “So, what’s the strategy now?”
He rubbed a hand over his mouth as he considered.
“Do you haveanyidea what level you parked on?” I asked. “Or were 5, 6, and 7 just guesses?”
“Guesses.”
“Nice. Well, there’s only one option, then.” I started walking.
Grant skipped to catch up with me. “What option is that?”
I pressed the up button on the elevator, then faced him. “Walk every level from the top.”
He stared at me.
“Do you have a better idea?”
