Lib Novel Page 46
She doesn’t want some little accountant twerp.
She wants someone… bigger.
While Mr. Roberts leans over the phone with Mrs. Roberts’s, looking through photos, I angle myself toward Hannah, keeping my voice low. “What are you doing?”
She blinks up at me. “It’s hard to find a good man nowadays. It’s this or sifting through the dick pics in my inbox.”
An angry sound rumbles out of my chest. “Men are sending you dick pics?”
“Online dating is tough.” She tries to smirk, but it’s more of a cringe.
My hands ball into fists. “You will not—”
“Here he is.” Mrs. Roberts thrusts her phone forward.
I stare at the man on the screen and can’t stop myself from asking, “How old is he?”
“Twenty-six.” Mrs. Roberts beams.
Hannah clears her throat. “He’s cute.”
She’s a fucking liar.
He’s not cute. He looks like a goddamn baby. Because he is a baby. Hannah doesn’t need someone a damn decade younger than her. She needs someone one year older.
A server appears at my side with a glass on his tray. “Bartender said to bring this over.”
I already had the one drink I was allowing myself tonight, but this conversation requires more liquor.
“Thank you.” I take the glass, then raise it and my gaze to the bartender across the room.
He gives me a thumbs-up.
Taking a long sip, I make a mental note to double the tip I was planning to give the staff.
TWENTY-FIVE
HANNAH
As enjoyable as it is to push Maddox’s buttons, I need to get out of here.
Tipping my glass back, I finish off what’s left of my wine. “It was so nice to meet you,” I tell Mrs. Roberts. “But I need to be heading out.”
She shakes my hand, then pulls me in for a hug.
Roberts is grinning at his wife’s behavior but still gives me a hearty handshake. “See you Monday.”
“See you Monday.” I step back and spare a quick look up at Maddox. I don’t care if I’m rude to him, but I don’t want to appear rude in front of other people. “Bye, Maddox.”
I turn away too quickly for him to respond and make a beeline for the elevators.
I’m half tempted to swing by the dessert table again, but I’ve already had three mini cheesecakes, and any delay is a chance I’ll get stuck talking to Maddox again.
About half the people are still here, living it up, and there’s no one else waiting to leave.
Standing alone, I press the button for the elevator and shift my weight in my stupid shoes.
The wine has helped me forget how sore my poor little toes are, but I’m still more than ready to kick these shoes into the back of my closet.