Page 13 of Embracing the Beat
Other places too. It’s surprising how strongly I’m attracted to him, given what happened with Brad. But my body and mind have decided it’s safe to lust after him.
“Who are you kidding? Tell me!”
“He…” How to describe the experience of just being in the same room with him? “Cute isn’t the right word, Mi.”
“No?”
“Nope.” I pop the P and squirm against the couch as my heart rate picks up its pace.
“Gonna live out a boy next door love story?”
I laugh at Mia’s absurd question. “He’s my brother’s best friend.”
“So?”
“He just broke up with his fiancée.”
“Why?”
“I’m not sure. I haven’t asked.”
“Well, ask him. If there’s a chance they might get back together, run far away,” she says, and my snort of laughter is self-deprecating.
She says that now, but where was the advice before Tucker?
“There isn’t anything between us. I’m just this annoying kid sister type to him.”
“Remind him you’re not his sister,” she says. A loud noise in the background interrupts her, and she sighs. “Shoot. The rain stopped. Back to work.”
“You love it,” I remind her.
“I do. Don’t forget, look into that attorney and let me know if you want to do any checking around LA. I can talk to Garrett,” she offers.
“I will.”
If I don’t, she’ll pester me until I do. But I would anyway. If someone from Reverb finally calls me, great. But I’m not going to wait around for that to happen when I have no idea if it will solve the problem or not.
“Later, lovey.”
“Bye.”
I barely put my phone down before it pings again. But this time it’s a text from West. We exchanged numbers earlier this week.
WEST: Parent night runs until 8. Is that too late for you?
MICHAELA: No.
MICHAELA: Is it too late for you? Isn’t that your bedtime? *laughing emoji*
WEST: As old as I am, I think I’ll survive.
WEST: Roaring Revolution work? I’ll meet you there at 8:30.
MICHAELA: Where?
WEST: It’s a speakeasy. On 18th street.
WEST: There’s a door next to the all-night diner there.
