Page 28 of Blind Date
“Oh, because you create your own drama and that’s enough.”
“Yeah, something like that.” I rolled my eyes.
“Well, I think Sam is nice and not a stuck-up bitch like most of the women you date.”
“She’s everything I don’t need or want.” I didn’t know who I was trying to convince. Him or me.
“Okay, Wes.” He nodded.
“Drop it, Finn. I mean it.”
“I’m dropping it. Chill out, man.”
Chapter Twelve
Samantha
The second I got home, I cleaned like a madwoman. It’s what I did when my mind was overwhelmed.
The door opened around 2 p.m., and Zoey walked in, throwing her bag down in the middle of the room.
“How was your date last night?” she asked.
“It was nice.” I smiled.
“Nice? That’s it? What time did you get home?”
“Around 11:00.”
Her eyes narrowed at me. “You’re lying.”
“I most certainly am not.”
“Yes, you are. Oh my God, Mom!”
“What?”
“You’re glowing! You slept with him.”
I turned away from her so she didn’t see the fifty shades of red all over my face.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I am not that girl.”
“You are now!” She laughed. “I’m happy you did. You deserved to have some fun. So, how was he?”
“Zoey Anne Hollis. That is none of your business!”
“Judging by the glow that I’ve never literally seen before, I’d say he was amazing.”
“Stop it!” I pointed at her. “Go clean your room.”
“My mama had sex last night. My mama had sex last night,” she sang all the way to her bedroom.
I threw myself on the couch and placed my arm over my forehead.
“OH MY GOD!” Zoey ran into the living room holding up her phone.
“What?” I glanced at her.
