The Love Wager (Mr. Wrong Number, #2)(25)

Once the bed of his truck was full and her room was cleared out, she followed him downtown in her car. She was a little shell-shocked that mere hours earlier she’d had no plans for the day and now she was moving into her new apartment, but it felt good.

This was her spring.





Chapter

NINE





“You’re so wrong,” Jack said, shaking his head. “It was the look on his face when she showed up at Pemberley with her relatives. The guy didn’t even have to say a word. He beamed like a lovesick fool.”

They were both lying on their stomachs on the floor of her new apartment (she didn’t have a couch yet), watching the end of Pride & Prejudice. After moving everything in, they’d decided to order beer and a pizza and watch a movie since neither of them had anything else going on.

“I do love his face there,” she agreed, picturing Matthew Macfadyen’s sweet smile. “But the near-kiss in the rain is the best moment.”

“Agree to disagree,” Jack said, rolling onto his side to face her. “It’s too devastating when they pull back.”

“If I didn’t know better—and I do, so don’t worry—I’d think you’re kind of a hopeless romantic.” Hallie grinned and just looked at him; Jack Marshall was an absolute question mark of a guy. “So how many times have you seen this, not-romantic-person?”

“At least five, but it’s only because Livvie loved it and she whined the loudest in the house. She usually won control of the TV.”

“You’re a very complex fellow, Marshall,” she said as he smiled back at her.

“Oh, I know,” he replied, and his blue eyes moved all over her face.

The moment held, and something passed between them. It was almost as if the memory of their past—the existence of their night together—suddenly reared its hot head, and Hallie was very aware of it.

“I need another beer,” she said, climbing to her feet as she forced her mouth to stay in its smile, even though she felt unsettled all of a sudden. “Want something?”

“No, actually, I’ve got to get going,” he said, clearing his throat while picking up his beer bottle and rising to his feet.

“Well, thank you for helping me move.” Hallie walked into the kitchen, opened the pizza box, and grabbed a lukewarm slice. “Want a piece for the road?”

“Nah,” he said, shoving his feet into his shoes and pulling on his jacket. “I’m good, but thanks.”

After he left and she tossed the pizza box, Hallie started worrying. As she changed into her flannels, she wondered if that little second of weirdness was going to make things different for them. She didn’t want it to, because she really liked having him as her partner in crime.

Her phone buzzed, and she was disappointed to see it was her mom.

Mom: Have you gone in for your final dress fitting?

Yes, her mother still thought she was ten years old.

Hallie: Yes.

Mom: What did you think?

Hallie: I can’t remember. Fine, I think . . . ?

Mom: Very funny. Are you coming over this week?

Her mother made spaghetti and meatballs almost every Wednesday night, and Hallie usually tried to be there.

But she’d avoided it for the past month as the wedding planning amped up to a frenetic pace. It was all her mom and sister could talk about, which she totally understood, but it usually devolved into a discussion of how they would have an extra plus-one to work with because Hallie wasn’t bringing anyone.

And how awkward it might be for her, since Ben was the best man.

Yes, her sister was marrying the best friend of the man who’d shredded Hallie’s heart.

They usually lowered their voices when they discussed it, as if the entire scenario were the worst possible thing that could happen to her, and she’d decided it was better to miss out on meatballs than maim a family member.

Hallie: I have plans Wednesday, but I’ll swing by on Thursday to watch Dancing Centerfolds with you.

Mom: I hope Darla gets eliminated. Her cha-cha was ass.

Hallie: But Delvin’s samba was even worse.

Mom: His bum made it okay, though.

Hallie went out onto her balcony and took a deep breath of chilly September air, thrilled by her view. The city twinkled in front of her, below her, and she didn’t think she’d ever want to move back to the suburbs.

She loved the bustle of downtown, and she also loved the utter adultness of living alone.

Her phone buzzed, but this time it was Jack.

Jack: Hey TB, are we cool?

Hallie: I am. The coolest.

Jack: For real—you didn’t get freaked about that weird moment on your living room floor?

So it hadn’t just been her. He’d felt it, too. She typed: Yeah, what WAS that?

Jack: I think it was just two young, healthy people having a split second of natural chemistry. Probably just happened because we already bonked, so our bodies know each other.

Hallie: Ew you did not just say that.

Jack: It’s totally natural to get that bonking feeling. The important thing is that we immediately remembered we don’t like each other that way, don’t you think?

Hallie: Wasn’t that a song? “You’ve Lost That Bonking Feeling”? That made her laugh as she leaned against the balcony railing. Well I am fine with it, whatever it was, as long as you are.