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“He might be in charge of the Meyer brood, but not me. I’m not afraid of him.”
I shrug. “Guess you’ll find out. So, you’ve abducted me, presumably so I’ll stand Scott up, and then what? You can’t think that this will end well for you.”
“Oh, but it will. We’re not going to stand Scott up. We’re going to meet him for coffee together.”
I might die of laughter. “Please tell me you know how insane you’re acting right now.”
“I couldn’t be saner. If Scott wants to have an arrangement with you, it’ll be a negotiation. That’s what you told him it would be anyway.”
“Fine.” I cross my arms. “But will you please let me call my brother? He will call the police.”
Rhett hands me his phone. I call rather than text and I get a whole lot of yelling meant for Rhett when he picks up. “Merc,Merc, it’s me.”
“Lo? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. The only thing that hurts is my pride.” Can’t believe not a single one of my fists to Rhett’s back affected him.
“Tell him that he’d better bring you home right now.”
“Don’t think that’s happening. We’re going for coffee with Scott.”
“I’m coming down there.”
“Please don’t? He’s an idiot, but he’s not going to hurt me.”
There’s silence for a few heartbeats. “Fine, but when you two get back here, I’m talking to him. That’s non-negotiable.”
“What did he say?” Rhett asks when I end the call. He says he’s not scared, but there’s at least some apprehension in his voice.
“That he wants to talk to you and he used the voice that no one wants him to use when saying that sentence.” It brings a lot of good blossoms of joy to say that, as odd as that may seem. I feel like I’m one of them. A Meyer.
Rhett nods and then he’s quiet all the way to The Coffee Shop. There are eighty million coffee joints in this city, but The Coffee Shop seems to be the favorite of our family and friends circle. It’s still half an hour before Scott is supposed to show.
“Get us a table,” he says when we walk inside, fluffing up my wet hair with his ogre-sized hand. “I’ll get us some food. Are you hungry?”
Yes, but there’s nothing here that I can eat. “Just a coffee for me. Black.”
“I know how you like your coffee,” he says, insulted.
Do not strangle him in public.I wouldn’t be effective anyway and it would be bad for public relations. Instead, I wade through the busy coffee shop, find us a table, and hang my wet jacket on the back of the white plastic chair. My seat has a vantage point that allows me to watch the door for Scott and stare at Rhett’s large round hockey-man ass in those khaki shorts.
Despite the rain, most are still in their summer attire. The rain doesn’t stop Vancouverites from doing anything. As Jack says, “If we didn’t do things in the rain, we’d never do anything.”
Being from Ontario, I should be acclimated enough for Vancouver’s mild weather to join them in wearing shorts and tank tops on the rainy summer day, but my body’s always cold. I needed the jacket and pants for our forest walk.
I’m not the only one admiring Rhett’s ass. The whole place is. In fact, they’re admiring him generally. It burns like snake venom through my veins. I know he’s the shiniest diamond among the diamonds, but they all think he’s with me. Should they be openly staring like that?
It brings to light one of the many reasons he’s the wrong guy to date—for real—despite attraction. Jack is the type he should be with. Okay, maybe not actually Jack, but a Jack-like person. Sunny, charismatic, and the beefy kind of gorgeous. A match for Rhett.
I made the mistake of reading some of the comments under our photos during the week I spent waiting by my phone for him to text me. Originally, the feedback was positive, but the more time we spend dating, I lose points with the public for not being smiley enough. A lot of people miss seeing him with Jack.
At present, I just want to set all the people in here on fire. Maybe heshouldn’tbe with me, but he is and theyshouldfucking respect that.
He brings over our coffees and I grab his hand to stake my claim. “Thank you, baby.”
One demure brow raises with a question in it.Baby?
“People,” I say close to his ear.
