So Wright (The Wrights 1)
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She scrolled through the names in the message list. “Krystall?”
“With a K and two L’s, yes. My ex. Read it if you want. She broke up with me over text.”
Miranda made a face. “Cowardly, bitchy thing to do.” She scrolled some more. “Jen?”
“Sister.”
“Felice?”
“Secretary.”
“Kelsey?”
“A colleague at my firm.”
Seemingly satisfied, she returned his phone. “What kind of firm?”
“Architecture.” When she only lifted a brow, he added, “Mostly commercial. You know, shopping centers, office buildings.”
“Huh. Really.” She seemed to see him with fresh eyes. “Yeah. I guess I could see that. Pretty cool.”
That was the most cognizant response to his profession he’d had from a stranger in a while. “Sure you don’t want to get coffee?”
“Can I see your driver’s license?”
He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, wondering why he’d never heard of this kind of interchange among his friends who played the field.
She studied his license. “Where are you staying, Jack Jonathan Taylor of Manhattan?”
“The Fairlane.”
“Ooo.” She shot him a sultry smile. “Fancy.”
He laughed.
“Here’s the deal,” she said. “I’m going to text a photo of your driver’s license and the name of your hotel to a very good friend of mine to let him know where I am. Are you cool with that?”
“Him?”
“He’s a friend. Call him the father I never had. It’s a safety thing.”
“You’re going to tell the father you never had that you’re going to a stranger’s hotel room?”
“Oh my God.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t overthink it.”
“You sure you don’t want to do dinner first?”
She took a photo of his license and tapped out a quick text, all while saying, “I don’t date. No room for men in my life. It’s tonight or nothing.”
That was disappointing. But was he really going to turn down a hot one-nighter with this woman?
“Did you drive or walk?” she asked.
“Walked.”
She sent the text and handed him back his license. “Then we’ll take
a nice, slow stroll to the hotel, and if we don’t hit it off by the time we get there, I’ll head home. No big deal. Yeah?”