Downbeat by Jodie Larson

Author:Jodie Larson [Larson, Jodie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Lightning Strikes, Book Four
Publisher: Jodie Larson
Published: 2018-07-23T18:30:00+00:00

“Halo” is not cutting it. Hell, nothing is. Ever since Kylie gave me her number earlier, I can’t stop thinking about picking up my phone and sending a million text messages.

“Dude, you look like a tweaker, all strung out and jittery,” Breck says, tossing his controller on the table in front of us. “Just call her already. It’s been all of what, a few hours?” He checks his watch for effect with a laugh.

“Not funny. After how pissed she was at me, I don’t want to scare her off.”

Breck nods. “Valid point. Maybe give it a day or two.”

Yeah, that’s not happening. Grabbing my phone off the table, I start typing her name into the new message field.

“Or start now. Ignore my advice,” he says with a laugh. Breck stands and stretches. “I’m gonna go see if Lizzie needs help at the mall.”

“Trying stuff on?”

Breck smirks. “Something like that.” He grabs his keys and heads to the door.

“Just don’t get thrown in jail for indecent exposure. I doubt Linda would love that.”

He flips me off before closing the door behind him.

I stare at the body of my text, the blank screen reflecting back at me.

How should I start this without sounding lame or desperate?

Me: Hey, it’s Pax. Whatcha doing?

Delete. Delete. Delete.

Me: It’s Pax. I’ve been thinking about you.

Delete. Delete. Delete.

God, grow a pair and type something before you chicken out.

Me: Hey. Are you busy?

Probably the lamest attempt. Either of the first two would have been better than this one. But I hit send before I could second guess myself. Within minutes, three tiny dots appear at the bottom.

Kylie: Who dis?

Oh, shit. Yeah, I have her number, but she doesn’t have mine. Probably should have led with my name.

Me: Pax.

Kylie: Pax who?

Me: Funny. You’ve got the jokes. Know a lot of Paxtons, do you?

Kylie: Perhaps. You’ll have to narrow it down for me.

Me: Your incredibly handsome, ultra-sexy patron who spends more money than he should on overpriced coffee.

Kylie: Oh, you mean my friendly stalker. Got it.

I can’t help but laugh.

Me: Emphasis on the friendly, less on the stalker.

Kylie: Says you. What are you up to? It’s been all of what, a few hours since I last saw you?

Damn, she noticed. I’ll make this work to my advantage.

Me: What can I say? You have a tendency to occupy a man’s brain.

Kylie: Only yours.

Me: Hopefully only mine.

Kylie: You’re too funny.

Me: What are you doing for lunch tomorrow?

Hopefully nothing. I don’t know if she actually takes lunch breaks or if that one day was a fluke, but I’m hoping since it’s the same day of the week that it’ll work out in my favor.

Kylie: Nothing. Why?

Me: Wanna hit up a food truck again?

Kylie: Sure. Sounds like fun.

Me: Perfect. I’ll pick you up at shift end.

Kylie: I’ll be here.

Well, that went easier than expected. Now to figure out which truck to hit up.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.