“Now I have to meet this girl and give her a medal. Seriously. She rejected you and you still went after her again?” He clapped. “Amazing.”
“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, to cut a long story short, she decided she was interested in me and we ended up in a hotel room.”
“Nice.”
“And then I saw her at my work, and we fucked again, but the problem is that I can’t stop thinking about her. I haven’t seen her for days, and I feel like a kid that got his fucking candy taken away from him. I need to see her.” I finished my drink in one swallow. “You know me. I don’t do relationships. So what the hell is happening to me?”
Carter was staring at me for a long time, surprise on his face giving way to delight.
“Wow. Just wow. You, my friend, are completely in love with her.”
I whipped my head at him. “What? No.”
His smile grew huge. “Yes, you are. Look at you. Going all panicky because you have no clue what is happening to you. You haven’t felt this way before, so now that the big, bad Merritt is finally tamed, you have no clue what to do.”
“Since when you’ve become a psychiatrist? It’s not like that.”
“Keep denying and maybe it will become the truth one day. Look, you should go to her and actually try to date her.”
“Date her?”
“Don’t act so shocked.”
Yes, I was shocked alright. I was shocked by the idea of dating someone. I had just told him I didn’t do relationships but…
I looked at my empty glass, feeling like I was on the verge of reaching an important realization. I really did feel something for Camilla. I could deny it all I wanted, but my feelings wouldn’t go away. And the most surprising part? The thought of dating Camilla didn’t repel me at all.
“Since you obviously care about her, it’s only logical for you to be with her. So what do you say?”
“I…” I clamped my mouth shut, bewildered.
Yes. I wanted to be with her and I wanted to make it work. Only thinking about Camilla being my girlfriend made me unbelievably happy.
And just like that, everything became clearer to me. How didn’t I think of this before?
“You’re right.” I met his gaze. “I should try to date her.” I mean he had practically just given me his blessing, even if he didn’t realize it.
His grin matched mine. “That’s my man. If you two get married, I want your kid named after me.”
I smacked his shoulder again and snorted. “Nice try.” If we did get married he’d be my best man, if he didn’t kill me first.
He rolled his eyes. “They all say that, and before you know it, they are tying the knot and producing babies like there’s no tomorrow.”
I scowled at him. “You’re definitely on some drugs, man.”
“So? What are you waiting for? Call her and invite her to some quiet place where you can be all lovey-dovey and shit. Tell her how you feel about her and that you want to be with her.”
“Yes, Dad.”
“You’re razzing me now, but you’re going to be thanking me later.”
I reached for my phone in the pocket, but then I realized one thing. Great. “I don’t even have her number.”
The look he gave me was that of incredulity. “Good job, Romeo. Absolutely perfect. So you’re seeing this chick, but you don’t even have her number? Way to go.”
“Shut it.”
“So what are you going to do?”