Smiling, I thought about the selfie Jimmy had taken when he had added his number to my phone. He’d been very into getting a picture of himself. So different from the picture of Mase’s boots. I didn’t imagine Mase had ever taken a selfie.
I liked Mase Manning. I liked him a lot. Even more than Jimmy. In a very different way. And I knew that wasn’t a good thing. Mase was nice to me, but he didn’t like me the way I liked him. I could tell by the way he treated me. Maybe that was why I felt so safe with him, because I liked him that way. I knew I’d never have to worry about him feeling the same way. He didn’t even live here, after all.
My heart sank.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I put my phone down on the sofa and walked to the kitchen. Getting worked up over this was silly. Mase was going to try to help me, and although I was worried that I couldn’t be helped, I had to hope. What if someone could help me? I wanted to believe that. It would change everything. I could do so much more. I could get my GED, and maybe I could even go to college.
With a newfound determination, I picked up my newest picture book from the library and went to curl up on the sofa. I would get through this one today. I could do this. Mase had faith in me. I just needed more faith in myself.
Three hours later, I was almost finished with my book. My head ached, and my eyes felt red and irritated from straining. The knock on my door was followed by “Yoo-hoo, babe, it’s me. I got pistachio ice cream and two spoons.”
Smiling, I tucked the book away under the sofa and went to let Jimmy in.
He was smiling a little too brightly when I opened the door. Holding up two spoons, he sashayed into the room as only Jimmy could do and still look good.
I closed the door and turned to look at him.
“I’ll admit it now,” he said. “This is a bribe. I want to know all about your interactions with Mase Colt Manning. Every last, delicious detail. Indulge me, please. That man stars in several of my fantasies.”
A laugh bubbled up out of me. Jimmy winked and sank down on the sofa.
“Spill it, woman,” he urged.
I walked over to join him. “I’m afraid you’re looking for juicy info that I don’t have. Mase has been a nice guy. Nothing to feed your fantasies, I’m afraid.”
Jimmy cocked an eyebrow. “Really? Not one little kiss?”
“Uh, no.” I sputtered, surprised he would even ask me that.
He dug into the ice cream. “That makes no sense. The man is straight. I’d know if he wasn’t. And any straight single man would be on you like white on rice.” He paused and let out a sigh. “Damn. That’s it. He isn’t single. Didn’t think about that. Well, crap. I was so hoping you were about to get some action with a piece of Grade A meat.”
I cringed and laughed at the same time, but in my stomach, I didn’t feel like laughing. I felt a little sick. Or deflated. The idea of Mase having a girlfriend didn’t sit well with me. It wasn’t like I thought I had a chance or that I even wanted a chance. But he made me feel safe and normal.
“I figured you hadn’t dated because you were picky and no one was up to snuff. Mase is up to everyone’s snuff, so I thought you’d scored a winner. Sucks to know that ain’t the case. Pickings around here are slim. The hotties are getting ticked off the list rapidly.” Jimmy took a big bite of ice cream like he was the one who was depressed over this situation.
I had lost my appetite.
“I was so sure, too. He jumped up before Harlow could even get it out of her mouth to go find you and drive you home. The boy didn’t even tell everyone good-bye. He just made sure to tell me that he wanted me driving you to your clients. He didn’t seem to like you walking. Then he bolted.” Jimmy waved his spoon. “Would have bet my left nut he was hot after your ass. And I really fucking like my nuts right where they are.”
On that note, I decided to take a bite of ice cream.
“There you go. Eat the creamy goodness, and let’s talk about maybe you and me double-dating. My man has a cousin who is fine. He lives about an hour away, but he is pretty damn close to Grade A.” I started to open my mouth to stop him, but he held up his hand and made a tutting sound at me. “Not so fast. Let me finish my hard sell here. He’s a good guy. I know him, and I would be there with you. I wouldn’t let anything happen that you weren’t perfectly OK with. He’s refined. I think you’d like him. He’s doing his clinicals right now, and he hardly has time for a life outside of the hospital. When he does go out, meeting women is still hard for him. He likes to keep his work separate from his personal life. So he needs a date.”