Relapse

“Thanks,” Jamille takes her card.

He holds mine out and I stare at it like an idiot for a second before snapping back to reality, “Oh, thank you.” I take the card from him and when our fingers brush it doesn’t seem to be by accident. A tingle goes up my arm.

He pulls back and smiles at me. “I’m just waiting for you to let dinner be on me now,” he says.

Jamille leans forward as I try to process why in the hell he’d still want me to have dinner with him when he’s very aware that something happened between me and his friend, even if he doesn’t know the full extent. “Dinner?” Jamille questions. “She can totally do dinner.”

“I have the kids,” I say lamely. “No free time, sorry.” Technically, it’s the truth.

“Oh, I can watch them,” Jamille offers. “What night?” she questions, looking at Nathan before looking back at me.

I shoot her a glare but she pretends not to see it. “I’m off Friday night so my schedule is open if you want to do it then.”

“Friday it is then,” Nathan says in agreement as the two leave me out of the plans for the date that I’m apparently going on.

“Oh.” I try to flounder with a response and the only thing I can come up with is, “Okay.”

“Perfect.” Nathan’s grin widens. “I’ll pick you up at seven Friday night, or I guess walk over.” He lets out a light chuckle and my heart flutters. “I’ve got to get back to work, but I’ll see you guys at practice.” He high fives both of the boys before he’s gone just as quickly as he disappeared.

I look over at Jamille and she gives me a thumbs up. “See? That wasn’t so bad was it?”