Page 26 of Blind Date
“Are you hungry?” He turned and asked. “I can make us some eggs.”
“You cook?” My brow arched.
“Not much. But I can make eggs,” A smirk crossed his lips.
“As good as eggs sound, I really should get home. I don’t want Zoey to come home and see that I’m not there.”
“It’s eight a.m. She’s a teenager, and it’s Sunday. Do you really think she’ll be home before 3 p.m.?”
“True.” I shrugged. “I’m sure she and Maya were up all night.”
“Okay. Eggs it is.” He winked.
We had just finished eating when there was a knock at the front door.
“It’s my friend, Finn. What the hell is he doing here so early?” Wes said.
Chapter Eleven
Weston
I opened the door and stared at him.
“Morning, buddy.” He grinned and patted my shoulder as he pushed by me.
“What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean? We had plans to go to the country club this morning and play golf.”
“Shit.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “I totally forgot.”
“Forgot? You never forget our golf dates. Oh, hello.” He smiled when Samantha walked into the room. “I’m Finn, Weston’s best friend.”
“I know you,” she said. “You were the auctioneer at the school.”
“I was. And you’re Samantha Hollis, the English Lit teacher whom Weston bid on. It’s nice to meet you.” He extended his hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, too. I overheard something about golf and the country club,” Samantha said.
“I forgot we’re playing golf this morning.”
“No worries. I’ll take a cab home.” She smiled and walked over to the elevator. “I’m just going to grab the rest of my things and head out.”
“I’ll be right back,” I said to Finn.
I climbed into the elevator with her. “I’m sorry. I totally forgot.”
“Don’t worry about it. I have things to do anyway. I have a shitload of essay papers to read and grade.”
When we entered my bedroom, I stopped her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
“I want you to know I had a nice time last night.”
“So did I.” She grinned. “Thank you for dinner. It was wonderful.”
“You’re welcome. Thank you for staying the night.” I smiled.
“It was my pleasure, Mr. Castile.”
