“Thanks for the reminder,” he grumbled, taking the downtown exit. “I’ll, uh, I’ll just look at what else Grandma has on her list and give you a call.”
“You’ll need my number.”
“I’ll get it from Grandma.” He shrugged.
Damn the man. He couldn’t even ask her for her number? Really? “Well.” Char opened the door once he’d stopped the car. “Wouldn’t want you to have to program me into your cell and risk taking up too much space from your booty calls.”
“Char, wait—”
She slammed the door before he could finish what he was going to say and walked purposefully into the office building.
Chapter Eleven
What the hell had just happened? One minute they were joking and laughing and the next Char was talking about booty calls and slamming the door in his face? What had he said? She’d seemed in a hurry so he hadn’t wanted to irritate her further by making her wait for him to get her number.
In his mind he was being a gentleman, or at least trying.
But according to Char he was being a jackass?
Women. Would he never understand them?
As he pulled out of the parking lot, contemplating all the reasons that kissing Char again would be a bad idea, his phone rang.
“What?” His voice was hoarse.
“Whoa, there… bad day?” Travis chuckled.
“I had dance class. You tell me.”
“I’m sorry, did you say you had dance class?”
“I’m not repeating it,” Jake said dryly. “Oh and by the way, Grandma may not make it to the wedding.”
“What? Why?”
“I’m killing her. Tonight. Either that or putting some sleeping pills in her Fiberease.”
“Oh. Well, just don’t use Benadryl. She’s built up a tolerance.”
“Yeah, well, ever since Kacey, I think we can all claim a tolerance. I swear last time I had allergies I went through an entire box.”
“Glad you’re still breathing.” Travis chuckled.
“Don’t be an ass. What do you want?”
Travis laughed again. “First tell me about the dance.”
“Mating dance,” Jake corrected as he took the exit to the tux shop. “It went well. Char saved my ass. The Madame, and yes that was her name, wanted a new plaything.”
“Come again?”
“Chew toy, plaything, man toy to dress up and play with. Yeah, you probably would have never seen me again.”
“Scary.”
Jake shook his head. “You have no idea. Anyway, I just dropped Char off at work and now I’m going to go get my tux fitted.”
“Okay.”