Hate to Love by R.S. Lively

Author:R.S. Lively [Lively, R.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-02T16:00:00+00:00

Julie

"Don't look at me like that. It's not like I planned it. It just kind of… happened. No, I'm not saying it was an accident. I knew what I was doing. But that doesn't mean it can ever happen again."

Rubber Duckie continues to stare at me blankly.

"I already told Shane to pretend last night never happened, and that we need to focus on the job. That's what's important. There's only a month left. That's it. I can get through a month of pretending that nothing has changed between us, and then move on."

R.D.’s wide-eyed expression mocks me.

"You have absolutely no faith in me, you know that?"

Before I can continue accusing a piece of adhesive rubber of being a bad friend, my phone rings. Shaking the bubbles off my hand, I dry it on the towel sitting and waiting for me on the toilet lid and reach for my phone. Shane's name glows on the caller ID, and I don't know if I should answer it. Hearing his voice while I'm naked might not be the best thing for my resolve, even if we're nowhere near each other. Not answering it, though, will make me look like I'm overthinking everything.

Which I am.

"Hello?"

"Did you get a lot done today?" Shane asks.

"Yes. It was a really productive day."

If by productive, I mean cleaning my apartment and trying not to think about Shane, while waiting for a brilliant idea to appear in my head.

"Are you still working?"

"No. I wrapped it up for the night an hour or so ago."

"Can I come over?"

I sit up straighter in the tub, my heart suddenly pounding.

"Is something wrong? Did something happen?"

"No. Everything's fine. I just thought if you’re done with work for the evening, and don't have any other plans, we could eat some pizza and try to prove Jessica Fletcher is the one murdering everyone."

I pull the phone away from my ear and look at it incredulously. Is he trying to hit some sort of reset button? When I said we need to pretend like last night never happened, did he take that literally and decide we should go back to before the flirting began – when Mrs. Livingston butted into our first meeting with cover-pizza and a need for a mystery marathon?

Suddenly I feel the idea I've been waiting for burst into my mind.

"Oh, my god," I mutter.

"It doesn't have to be pizza."

"No, pizza's fine. I mean, it's not fine. I mean…. I’ll call you back."

Ending the call, I slide my phone across the floor, so it won't get wet as I scramble out of the bath. I dry off as I run across the hall and dress as fast as I can. On my way back to the bathroom to try to create an only slightly toned-down version of the makeup from the gala, I scoop my phone off the floor and start doing some digging. My social media mining skills have improved dramatically over the last few weeks, which I fully intend to add to the skills section of my resume.

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