Dangler (Vegas Venom Book 5) by Colleen Charles

Author:Colleen Charles [Charles, Colleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-05-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Cash

The next Tuesday, I arrive early to my appointed meeting place, a coffee shop known for its poetry jams. Allowing the cool blast of the air conditioning to chase the heat from my cheeks, I walk a few feet inside. Even though hockey season is upon us, Vegas is still hot as hell.

After a cursory glance, I scope out the best place to sit where I won’t be on display like a mannequin in a Macy’s window. Poetry really isn’t my thing. I have huge respect for the economy of word choice, and God bless anyone who can think about rhyme and meter and metaphor all at the same time. The part that I struggle with is the fact that people don’t say what they’re really thinking. Poetry isn’t straightforward. It’s nuanced and layered, and when you think they’re talking about a house or a flower or a tree or some shit, they’re really talking about their feelings. Music does the same thing, but at least you have the tune to clue you in on the mood. Half the time I can’t tell if poetry’s supposed to be happy or sad.

Other people’s feelings are a mystery to me a lot of the time, and poetry feels like an awfully roundabout way of getting there. It’s like speaking in code.

Despite my uncertainty about the subject matter at hand, I slide into an out-of-the-way booth and order a cup of coffee. The shop has definite hippie vibes, which tells me something about why Kingsley likes it here. The walls are painted bright colors, there are tapestries all over the place, funky light fixtures that remind me of alien flowers, and mismatched furniture that I suspect came from an estate sale or a Goodwill, or both.

At least the coffee’s really good.

I keep checking my phone, just in case I’m in the wrong place, but there are no messages from Kingsley. I didn’t realize how early I showed up, but I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to find a parking spot if I waited too long. I haven’t seen her since we slept together, and while we’ve texted a bit, I haven’t had the balls to ask her what we are. Or if we’re even a ‘we.’

God, I fucking hate feeling like this.

I don’t do uncertainty well. I’m a man who likes control. On the ice. In the bedroom and out of it.

Not to mention the protocol on this dating stuff. Does she want me to say more? To call her? I hate phone calls, but I’d do it for Kingsley. Except that I’d rather just see her in person, but desperation isn’t a good look on a man like me. It’s not about playing it cool, either. I don’t know what she wants, and I don’t feel like our relationship status is something to be hashed out over text. We’re adults, and we need to act like it. I just hope she doesn’t doubt how much I want her, and not just physically.

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