Chapter 3
“You’ve gotten laid.” Grant’s voice in front of me made me jump.
I looked up from my phone screen and made a face. “You’re crazy.” It wasn’t exactly a lie.
“Nah, I’m not. I know that look you’ve been wearing all morning, and I’ve seen you peek at your phone, like a million times. Take my advice and let him stew a little. Ladies don’t want the guys they know they can have. Men are no different.”
God, was that what Vic was doing? Letting me stew? I’d started to worry within minutes of seeing him to his car the night before—the feel of his goodbye kiss still warm on my lips—that I had f****d up. And Grant was right; I had looked at my phone about a million times. There had been no texts, no calls.
“Isn’t there something you could be doing?”
“Fine, I’ll go where my help is appr
