Right Number, Wrong Girl

That was bitchy of me.

Sigh.

“Here we go.” Caitlyn approached the table with two plates of food. “Put your work away, team. Here’s your dinner.”

Thank God.

I was starving. It’d been the longest day, and I was ready to eat my body weight in sausage and mashed potato. The fact there was gravy was even better.

“Can I get you anything else?”

Hugo shook his head. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Same here.” I tucked the last of the papers away so we had enough room to eat, then put the bag on the floor by my feet. “Thanks, Cait.”

“Anytime.” Cait winked at me and left.

Hugo peered over at me. “She thinks this is a date, doesn’t she?”

“She’s sorely mistaken,” I assured him, picking up my glass of wine. “This could not be anything further from a date.”

***

“You’re right. This isn’t even close to a date,” Hugo said, unlocking the door of my cottage.

I sighed, leaning against him. “I might have had a worse day than I thought.”

“Sophie, you drank one and a half bottles of wine pretty much by yourself. You’re going to have a worse one tomorrow.”

“Impossible,” I mumbled, looking at the floor so I didn’t trip on the step.

Ha!

I remembered there was a step into the door.

Who said I was drunk?

Hugo was dumb.

All the handsome men were. Dumb, liars, or cheaters.

Whoops.

This was why I didn’t usually drink that much wine. Old wounds reopening and all that.

“Then again, Cait finishing work early and joining you in your misery fest probably didn’t help matters,” Hugo continued, lowering me down onto the sofa. “Do you have any painkillers here?”

“Ibuprofen. In the bathroom. In the toiletries bag by the sink.” I paused. “I think.”

He rolled his eyes and walked down the hall to the bathroom, and the sound of him rummaging through my toiletries bag preceded his swift return with a box of Ibuprofen. He tossed it to me and went into the kitchen while I fumbled around with the blister pack to pop two pills out.

Sober Hugo was much smarter than Drunk Sophie.

That wasn’t hard, to be honest.

Drunk Sophie was really stupid. Then again, Sober Sophie couldn’t be all that smart—it was her actions that got me into this situation.

I had to stop talking about myself in third person.