Sharing You (Sharing You 1)

HUBBY:

Thx baby

HOLY SHIT SHE SAID GIVE IT TO HIM!!!!!

HUBBY:

Ha. Fuckin hilarious babe. You actually had me for a sec

I smiled and grabbed my phone.

Seriously. Give Aiden my number.

JACE:

No fucking way! I feel like a proud older brother or something. My lil KC is growin up n gon’ get her a boyfran.

Whoa buddy. I said give him my number. Let’s start there.

And stop making fun of my accent over text. Ass.

“There, all taken care of. Now will y’all stop trying to set me up with every single man you know?”

Kinlee happy-clapped and took a long sip of her drink. “As long as things work out with Aiden!”

I groaned and let my face fall into my hand.

4

Kamryn

May 10, 2015

“WHERE IS AIDEN taking you tomorrow?”

I stopped going through different tops and turned to look at her. “I thought you were supposed to find that out, Lee!”

“You know Jace doesn’t know these things. And besides, they’ve been busy this last shift. I haven’t talked to him much.”

“Well then, why am I here looking for an outfit if I don’t even know how to dress?”

Kinlee stopped pulling boxes of shoes out of a shipment that had been delivered and walked over to where I was standing. “Well, Aiden’s just Aiden. He’s kind of a ‘what you see is what you get’ guy. He won’t try to impress you with fancy restaurants or something just to get you to like him.” She turned quickly and pointed at me. “That doesn’t mean he won’t treat you well and show you a good time. It just means he’s not going to shell out for some crazy expensive dinner on the first date to get you to think he’s loaded.”

“Thank God.” I’d had enough of people who were loaded to last me a damn lifetime.

“So don’t be too fancy, but don’t go in yoga pants, and you should be fine.”

I made a face. “Because that really narrows it down. That’s basically your entire store and 90 percent of my wardrobe.”

“Make sure the shirt is blue, or has blue in it. Or dark gray or black! We need your eyes to pop.”

“Yes, Mom,” I mumbled and walked around more when she went back to putting the shipment away.

Aiden hadn’t wasted time, that’s for sure. By the time Kinlee and I left the coffee shop the night before, he’d already texted me to see if Jace had given him a fake number, and after talking for a while when I got home, we’d set up a date that Saturday.

“How’s this?” I held up an electric-blue see-through top.

“Perfect. I just got in these black shorts, where did they go? Anyway, they’ll look great with that and your legs.”