Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Danny: Finance bro = small wiener
Portia: ROTFL I am living for this conversation . . .
Ava: I just spit water out at my desk, you asshole. If I had a desk.
Harlow: Wow. And you find these guys on Grindr?
Danny: Uh, yeah. Where have you been?
Harlow: I learn something new every day. It’s not my fault I live in a bubble with my head up my ass.
Danny: No worries, babe. I’ll make sure to point one out next time we’re out, they’re popping up everywhere. They travel in packs for happy hour.
Ava: Usually wearing some kind of chino (navy), and a polo or button-down, often with a sweater draped over their shoulder ala: early 90s chick flick.
Danny: Shit. Not to change the subject but Next Month is my Birthday.
Harlow: I can’t wait.
Danny: Don’t worry, this is your official warning. I usually make sure everyone knows. Lol. I don’t just celebrate a birthday, honey, I celebrate the whole. Damn. Month!
Ava: We Know. You have reminded us every day this week.
Portia: I can hear you clapping from here.
Danny: I’m working on a date, so we need to get this app Live, Honey!!!!
Ava: Give us time, Honey. It’s not ready yet!!!!!
Harlow: Speaking of dating apps, my father just downloaded one . . .
Portia: Shut up. Seriously?
Harlow: Yes, seriously, and I helped him set it up, and let me tell you, catfishing knows No age.
Portia: What does that mean, catfishing knows no age?
Harlow: He wanted to change his age at first. He wanted to change his age to 46 but I refused to let him.
Ava: Good God.
Portia: No offense, but can you imagine thinking you’re going on a date with someone in their 40s, but they’re actually closer to 60?
Harlow: No, I can’t imagine, which is why he was so bent out of shape when I told him he couldn’t do it. I mean honestly, as someone who created an app, I can’t have my own Father on one lying to women before he even matches with one. **bangs head on desk**
Danny: Pro Tip: My dad meets all his girlfriends at the golf course—that’s the new hot spot for older singles.
Ava: Really?
Danny: Facts. Dad says that single women hang out at the bar in the clubhouse, and the old geezers swarm like flies.
Ava: Gimme some of that country club money, please.
Danny: That dude gets laid more times than the four of us combined.
Portia: I don’t even want to think about old people getting laid . . .
Harlow: 58 is not that old, you guys. Wait until that’s us.
Portia: I don’t want that to be us! I want to find someone to sit home with in cute sweatpants and play with my hair and feed me ice cream.
Harlow: For real? You seem okay being single.
Portia: It’s all an act LOL.
Harlow: I thought I was okay being single . . .
Danny: But thennnn
Ava: You thought you were okay being single but then . . . you met Andy???
Harlow: Andy is not an option because he is in Seattle. But yes. Now I want to mingle.
Danny: Amen. A. Men.
Danny: See what I did there?
Portia: Yes, Danny, we see what you did there . . .
Ava: Well, girly girls—I have to get back to work, meeting with the engineer that set up the back matter for credit card application. But, Harlow, keep us posted, yeah? If you hear from Andy, we want to be the first to know.
Harlow: I solemnly swear that I will keep you in the loop.
Danny: We also want you to solemnly swear that you’re up to no good.
Harlow: Ha. One thing at a time.
Danny: And also: add my birthday to your calendar.
Chapter 19
Andy
I hop off the plane and my feet touch the tarmac of the small private terminal at the Green Bay airport.
I hoist my overnight bag higher on my shoulder and pull down the brim of my ball cap, shielding myself from the wind as the driver in the black sedan opens its back door for me.
“Mr. Burke.” He nods at me and tries to take the expensive designer leather duffle the quarterback of our team gave everyone as a holiday gift last year.
“I got it. But thanks.”
I slide in, and he closes the door behind me, shutting me in so I’m in the back seat alone with my thoughts.
Was this a bad idea?
I immediately regretted contacting Green Bay for a meeting; what fucking business do I have coming here? It wasn’t part of my original plan, and now I feel like I’m being a bit of a psycho, coming to Harlow’s hometown to ambush her.
Dex’s words keep repeating over and over in my head the same way they did on the short flight here—a flight that was surprisingly smooth considering the wind.
Don’t most women like grand gestures?
I can’t think of a single one who wouldn’t want a man to sweep her off her feet after our whirlwind time together. We had a great time; doesn’t it make sense that she would be stoked to see me again as a surprise?