Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Okay, fine, you can babysit Jagger,” he retorts. “There, are you happy?”
“I don’t want to babysit.” I know I’m fucking with him, but I also know whatever he wants to ask me isn’t going to be good because instead of just asking, he’s beating around the bush with it.
“Fine, don’t fucking babysit,” he hisses. “Now, can I ask you what I want to ask you?”
“If I say no, will you shut up?” I ask him as the flight attendant comes over and hands us each our plates.
“Not really,” he answers honestly, “but I want you to have an open mind, and I don’t need an answer now.”
“Oh God, do you need a kidney?” I huff out. “Not going to lie, man, I kind of need all my organs in case my kids need them.”
“I don’t need your fucking kidney,” he says, and I swear to God I see steam coming out of his ears. “Now quit fucking with me.”
“Oh, you got that I was fucking with you?” I ask him and he glares as he cuts a piece of chicken.
“So anyway, I told Ariella I would ask this,” he starts, and I immediately groan. “Hear me out.”
“I don’t want to,” I tell him, cutting my own piece of chicken. “Go ask Kirby.”
“I can’t ask Kirby.” He chuckles. “I like Lexi.”
“I knew it.” I put my head back. “You are trying to set me up with someone.”
“Who is it?” Kirby asks from the middle of the seat.
“Were you listening to this conversation the whole time?” Jaxon asks him.
“I’m pretty sure the whole fucking plane heard you two going at it over babysitting and him not giving you a kidney.” Kirby looks at me. “Also, some friend you are.” I lift my hand. “You hit my chair one more time, I’m going to let the other team cross-check you for five straight games.”
“I can defend myself,” I retort, even though it helps that he has my back on the ice.
“Anyway,” Jaxon says, “Ariella wants to set you up with someone she met at one of her jobs.”
“No,” I immediately say. “I’m good, but thanks.”
“Why not?” Kirby asks and I glare at him, sticking my fork in one of the carrots.
“Because I don’t want to go on a blind date,” I tell him. “I don’t want to go on any dates with anyone.” My head immediately chants Liar. “I’m barely single.”
“It’s been close to six months,” Kirby points out. “A half of a year.”
“Turn around and mind your business,” I tell him. “What are you, a fucking accountant all of a sudden?”
He laughs at me. “Listen, I know the girl; she’s really nice.”
“Then you go out with her, and you can do that polyamorous thing.” I take a sip of my ginger ale.
“Are you crazy? Ariella is enough for me.” He laughs. “Besides, I don’t think she would be into sharing me.”
“Yeah,” I scoff at him, “you are such a big prize and all.”
“Exactly,” he gloats, not getting my sarcasm.
“I think you should do it,” Kirby says. I close my eyes and count to ten, or else I’ll hit the seat in front of me.
“No one is fucking asking you,” I say with my eyes still closed. “This isn’t let’s do a vote and see where we eat tonight or rock, paper, scissors; who is going to go and get coffee in the lobby? It’s me going out on a date, and I don’t want to do it.”
“You are already doing it,” Jaxon points out. “You’ve banged at least four people since you got divorced. This can just be another one.” He stops speaking. “Actually, can you not bang her? It’ll be awkward when you ghost her and then I’m going to have to come to your defense on how much of a nice guy you are. Then it’ll make Ariella mad at you, because obviously you’re a pig.”
“Listen to yourself,” I tell him. “Even you are saying this is a bad idea.”
“He’s not saying that,” Kirby says. “He’s just telling you not to be an asshole to the girl. Take her out, have a meal with her. Who knows? You might like her.”
“Or she might not like you at all,” Jaxon pipes in, “then that might be awkward.”
I turn to look at him. “Why wouldn’t she like me?” I suddenly feel the need to defend myself.
“Well, for one, you are closed off,” Kirby explains, “then throw in the fact that you are a bit bitter about your divorce.”
“I swear to God,” I lean forward, “if there was an eject button on this plane, I would press it.”
He laughs. “No, you wouldn’t.” He turns back around now.
“Can you just think about it?” Jaxon says. “Take the night and, I don’t know, make a list of pros and cons about going.”
“If I say I will think about it, will you shut the fuck up and leave me in peace?” I ask him and he shrugs.