4
NICK
I found myself playing with Dallas's business card again during the lull before dinner, just after I'd come on shift. I'd never had such a hard time shaking a man from my system, but one night, and Dallas seemed to have poisoned me for just about anyone else. It had been a month, and I'd turned down every offer, even from f**k buddies who I always enjoyed spending time with. No one sparked my interest the way he had.
"Just call him already," Kit complained, crashing down a tray of clean glasses.
"Hey, careful with that! I don't want to be picking glass out of my clothes for a week.”
Kit's dad, Uncle Toby, came out from the back then and we quickly turned to putting the glasses away.
Why won't you call him? You've been mooning over him for weeks!
It was a fling, nothing more.
