Page 44 of If You Were Mine (After We Fall 3)
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Claire
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When I looked at my phone the morning after the wedding, I noticed I’d missed five texts from Jaime and three calls.
7:52 PM Hey, how’s it going?
9:07 PM Hellooooo? Are you alive?
9:32 PM Missed call.
10:25 PM Either you’re having a great time or you’re stuffed in a trunk and I’d really appreciate knowing which one it is, thanks.
10:30 PM Missed call.
10:50 PM I just sent Quinn to your house.
10:56 PM Missed call.
11:24 PM Quinn says there is a car in your driveway, lights on in your house, and no sign of foul play. If you are not dead, I’m going to kill you because you promised to keep in touch.
Oops. I’d forgotten all about that promise what with all the excitement (and by excitement I mean orgasms). I texted her quickly that I was fine, I was sorry, and I’d call her with details after I made coffee.
Her reply: Boo you whore.
Smiling for the first time since Theo had left, I got the coffee going, picked up my phone, and called her.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Claire. I’m sorry.”
“You should be, I was having heart attacks all night imagining all the terrible places your lifeless body could be stashed.”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you? You don’t sound that fine.”
Sighing, I leaned both elbows on the counter and watched the coffee brew. “I’m alive and unharmed, I mean.”
“What happened with the guy?”
“We had a good time.”
“Did anyone suspect he was a fake date?”
“Not that I know of. And actually, it kind of turned into a real date.”
“What?! Details. Stat.”
“Well, at some point in the night, things just started to feel…real, I guess.” My stomach flipped as I recalled the moment on the dance floor.
“And then what?”
“And then when he brought me home, I asked him to come in.”
Jaime squealed. “Did he?”
