Page 10 of Hot Shot
“Yeah, sure. I’ll meet you back at my Jeep.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t take too long,” he says over his shoulder as he heads out the door.
With a quick glance around the bakery, I realize we’re alone. The other employee must have disappeared into the back. Turning back to Madison, I ask, “How’s your car? Did you get it fixed?”
“Yeah. It was the battery like you thought.”
“I’m glad it wasn’t something more complicated.” Why the hell am I asking her about her car? I mean, yes, I hoped it was an easy fix but how is that all I can think to say?
“Me too. It’s good to see you again, Hunter.”
She starts to walk away, but I’m not leaving without a way to contact her again. I reach out and put a hand on her arm to stop her. The contact sends what feels like a bolt of electricity up my body. I jerk my hand away. She must have felt something too because she glances down at the spot where my hand just was.
“Wait. Can I get your phone number? Or give you mine? I kicked myself for not exchanging information before and now that I’ve seen you again I feel like it’s the universe giving me, us, a second chance so we should take it.” I’m rambling but I don’t care. “That is unless you have a boyfriend who won’t be too happy about you giving out your number to a random guy?”
“No. I don’t have a boyfriend.” She lets out a nervous chuckle. “Yeah. Okay.”
I pull my phone out of my back pocket and she rattles off her number. I save it and then send her a text. I hear a ding and she pulls her phone out. “I got it.”
“Good. Great,” I stammer. “I should probably get going. Wes is waiting for me.” I jerk my thumb over my shoulder like she needs reminding of who I’m talking about.
“It was nice to see you again, Hunter.”
“Text me,” I say, and she nods. With a wave I grab my latte and leave the shop, heading to Wes’s Jeep. I pull open the passenger door and get in.
“Was that her?” Wes asks, his mouth full of chocolate chip cookie, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Yeah, it was.” I need to remember to thank Caleb. He won’t have any idea why I’m thanking him, but if it wasn’t for him telling Wes about this place, I wouldn’t have run into Madison again.
“So,” Wes says as he navigates the Jeep onto the highway, “did you give her your number this time?”
“Yep.”
“Good. Maybe now you’ll be able to wipe that dreamy expression off your face that you’ve been walking around wearing.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mumble. I’m denying it but I know the expression he’s talking about.
Wes shakes his head. “Are you going to ask her out?”
Am I going to ask her out?
I never really thought past seeing her again and giving her my number. Up until now it seemed highly unlikely that I’d run into her again, given how big the city is. I didn’t even know if she lived here or if she was only visiting.
Now we have each other’s numbers. What’s my next move?
“I don’t know. We’ve probably spent twenty minutes together. If that. I don’t know what she’s really like. What she’s into.”
“That’s what dating is for. Getting to know each other. You two seemed like you had a connection.”
I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me. “Yeah, maybe. Should probably see if she actually texts me. Maybe she was simply being nice since we were at her work.”
“Text her.” Wes glances over at me quickly before focusing back on the road.
I sigh but do as he says, shifting in my seat to pull out my phone.
Me:It was great to see you again.
