Two Wedding Crashers (The Dating by Numbers Series Book 2) by Meghan Quinn

Author:Meghan Quinn [Quinn, Meghan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

BECK

I wipe my face with the back of my hand. Fuck, it’s stifling in here. A little bit of AC wouldn’t hurt. I have a mini portable fan with me for instances just like this, but it’s doing shit right now to cool me down.

Leaning back, I reposition my pants so they’re sitting on my hips again, and look over the mural, making sure I’ve touched up everything in the small section I’m currently working on. Working in small sections is the easiest way for me to get the job done and done right. Given my background, I want to make sure there is no second-guessing about whether the zoo or museum should have hired me.

That doesn’t mean I don’t take breaks while working though, especially when they’re short little breaks to text Rylee.

That girl is about killing me. I mean, tell me if I’m wrong here, but in my mind, it’s polite to text someone back when they’ve taken time out of their day to correspond with you. But nothing. A week of absolute nothing.

Frustrated, I rake my hand through my hair and then decide to send her another picture, because why the hell not? I’ve already gone past stalker status with my frequent text messages, might as well send her one more.

Turning the camera to face me, I take a picture with my paintbrush and part of the exhibit. Followed up by the little leaf I wrote her name in. Yeah, that was planned to try to get her to talk to me, because what kind of romantic gesture is that? One of a kind. Pulling out the big guns to talk to her.

Standing back, I give the small section I was working on one more look through before I move onto the next section. The good thing about my work ethic is that even though I might take longer in assessing my work, I’m pretty damn fast with the paintbrush, and I have very accurate strokes.

And the funny thing is, I didn’t discover painting until—

My phone beeps, and my body stills. I don’t text many people other than Chris, and it’s rare when we do text. Because no one really wants to see another storm trooper gif.

Reaching to my back pocket, I bring my phone forward and squint at the screen. A slow grin spreads across my face.

She cracked.

Thank you, baby red pandas.

I open her text message and smile like an idiot.

Rylee: Damn you, Beck Wilder. Using cute fluffy animals and sweet gestures is not playing by the rules.

I bark out a loud laugh and type back a quick response.

Beck: The minute you refused to reply to my text messages, all rules were thrown out the window. Sorry, Saucy.

No one around, so I take a seat on one of the exhibit rocks, open my cooler, and pull out a water. As I wait for her response, I relish the cool water rushing down my throat, adjusting my body temperature. If only I could take my shirt off and douse myself with the water.

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