you’re going in for a root canal.”
“I want to know more about this hot guy,” Brooke joins in.
“It’s not just any guy. It’s Ashton Campbell,” Tiffany coos.
“Tiffany. Stop,” I hiss at her.
“Wait. Do you mean the Ashton Campbell, the hockey player?”
If I didn’t know better, I think she becomes pale.
“Yes,” Tiffany confirms. “He sent her flowers and offered her a spa day. The whole nine yards. But, she’s stubborn as a mule.”
“Why don’t you want to date him?” Brooke asks. “Seems like a nice guy.”
“No, he’s more like a wart I can’t freeze off,” I explain. “I’m sure that he’s trying to get another notch in his belt or whatever. Besides, he’s too young for me, and I can’t fit his ego into the car.”
“Too young?” Brooke looks confused.
“Miss Old Maid over here thinks thirty is old,” Tiffany clarifies for her.
“Ashton’s only twenty-seven,” Brooke says.
“Are you a Bears fan too?” Tiffany claps.
“Um.” This time Brooke does become flushed. “Yes, you can say that.”
“Yes, more hockey fans! Miss Crabby is a Gamblers fan.” Tiffany thumbs over at me.
“That’s Uncle Jax’s team,” Reed says as he comes into the room with Sadie.
“Uncle Jax?” I’m puzzled.
“You know, I just remembered that I have to be somewhere.” Brooke jumps up. “Thanks for a lovely time.” She grabs Reed’s hand and almost drags him out the door. I barely had a chance to say good-bye.
“Mommy, why did they leave?” Sadie’s voice cracks.
“I think Reed played enough today,” I lie to her.
“Okay.” She goes back to the TV.
“What the hell was all that?” Tiffany asks.
“I have no idea.” I shrug. “Now, I love you, but you need to leave.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I know you and all you’re going to do is talk about Ashton, and I don't want to. So, I say this with love: get out.”
Tiffany rolls her eyes. “You’re bitchy, and I think you’re making a mistake, but I’ll fulfill your wish and leave. Please remember that he isn’t going to wait forever.” She kisses my cheek and leaves.
I hate when she’s right, but I’m not going out with Ashton.
Chapter Six
Ashton
Lexie has been even more hardheaded than I thought she would be. She’s not letting up at all. Today, I’m supposed to have one big sleepover at my house with Reed and Brooke since I was gone a lot last week, but first I’m making a little pitstop. I’ve been thinking that maybe if I step it up a bit, take it to the next level, then Lexie might finally say yes. I’m not sure why I’m trying so hard for one date, but I’m finding it difficult to stop. She’s beautiful and has one hell of an attitude. All I want is one date to learn more about her. If she still hates my guts after that, or I discover that she’s just as crabby as she seems, then I’ll leave her alone.
But not until I get my chance.
With a bag filled with a box of chocolate-dipped strawberries and two bottles of wine, I walk into the building where I know I’ll find Lexie. I’m changing it up a little because she honestly might be tired of the flowers. Tiffany happily provided the directions to her office, so here I am, hoping a personal appearance might help.
Lexie’s facing away from me, searching through a small filing cabinet. I rap my knuckles on the open wooden door and she turns at the sound, her shoulders dropping immediately. Despite her reaction, I smile.
“No flowers.” I hold up the bag as proof. Her mouth parts, but I keep going. “Before you can say anything, I won’t be here long. I only wanted to give you this.” I set the gifts on her desk.
“Why won’t you give up?” she mumbles. She can’t help but peer to see what I’ve brought her, though. Maybe she’s starting to warm up to me.
“Why won’t you say yes? It’s one measly date, Lexie.”
She glares at me, crossing her arms over her chest. “I have my reasons,” she says
Aziz Ansari, Eric Klinenberg