Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 126850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Fuck me. That was a dreadful way to start a conversation.
It was all I had.
The goddamn prettiest woman I’d seen in a long time, and I referred to myself as the coffee destroyer.
I was shaking my head at myself when my phone pinged in my hand.
GRACE: Ah, coffee destroyer. That’s one way to remind me who you are.
ME: Just in case you didn’t save my number.
GRACE: I didn’t. Good thing you specified which William you are.
ME: Do you know many?
GRACE: I study at Cambridge. What do you think?
ME: Of course. I’m not interrupting you, am I?
GRACE: Interrupting what? My procrastination? Not really.
ME: Oh, well, as long as you’re only procrastinating.
GRACE: Something like that. What’s up?
ME: Not a lot, just thought I’d reach out.
GRACE: Okay… So what do you want?
I snorted.
ME: Who said I want anything?
GRACE: You’ve text me out of the blue, two days after we met. I’m assuming there’s some crazy scheme you’re cooking up that you want me to be a part of.
Shit.
She was good.
ME: My sister is getting married in three weeks. I need a plus one, or my grandfather is going to set me up with someone. I don’t have many options, so… up for it?
That’s it, William.
“Up for it?” always gets the ladies going.
Jesus Christ.
GRACE: Oh, wow. You actually do have a crazy scheme. And here I was thinking I’d read too many books.
ME: I’m not sure there is such a thing.
GRACE: Whoa, slow down. You’ll make me fall in love with you if you keep talking like that.
ME: This is ridiculous. Forget I asked.
GRACE: Is your grandpa really going to set you up? How bad would that be?
ME: Have you ever online dated?
GRACE: Noted.
GRACE: When is the wedding?
Was she asking because she was considering it?
ME: The first. In Scotland. I’ll be there for a while, so…
GRACE: So you’re saying it’s in two weeks.
ME: Technically the wedding is in three. I’m needed sooner, mostly to stop my family exploding. You wouldn’t have to be there that long, though, and I’ll cover your travel costs. I recommend flying.
GRACE: Jesus, where in Scotland is she getting married?
ME: Very north. I’d recommend Inverness airport.
GRACE: Crap on cracker, that’s gonna be cold.
ME: Yeah. If you can’t swing it, don’t worry.
GRACE: How much is this going to cost me? And do I need to pretend to be your girlfriend? Because I’m not a great actress.
Wow.
That was a lot of questions.
ME: Nothing. I’ll cover everything. And no? We can just be friends, as long as you humour my grandparents with their probing questions.
GRACE: I think I could manage that.
ME: Are you serious?
GRACE: Yeah. I like Scotland. A free week away doesn’t seem that bad to me.
ME: You don’t know me.
GRACE: And you don’t know me, yet you invited me anyway.
ME: I could be a serial killer.
GRACE: Yes, serial killers are known to hold doors open for the elderly and young alike. Not to mention the insistence upon replacing my coffee when it was half my fault.
ME: Good point. I suppose you do owe me.
GRACE: Don’t take the piss. I gave you my number and look where it’s gotten me.
ME: LOL
GRACE: You owe me now. I’m doing you a favour.
ME: I suppose you are. In return for a free holiday.
GRACE: Look at that. We’ll be even by the time we get home. Unless your family is batshit crazy, then you’ll still owe me.
Hmm.
That was a rough one.
ME: Nah, they’re not so bad.
I was absolutely going to owe her by the time this was done.
My family was bonkers.
GRACE: Send me the info and I’ll see when I can get away. Is a week long enough?
ME: Friday and Saturday would be long enough.
And I wasn’t lying.
GRACE: Okay. Let me figure some stuff out and I’ll get back to you.
ME: You’re my new favourite person.
GRACE: And you’re a ballsy bastard.
I burst out laughing and put down my phone. I rubbed my hand across my face, letting the laughter bubble out of me, and shook my head at my idiocy.
She was right.
I was a ballsy bastard.
And now I had a plus one.
Hopefully.
CHAPTER FIVE – GRACE
On The Road
“I cannot believe you judged me for going out with Simon again when you’re going to pack off to Scotland with a guy you’ve known for all of about five minutes.”
I blinked at Amber as I finished zipping my suitcase for tomorrow’s trip. “I’ve known him for almost three weeks.”
“You’ve spent five minutes of it with him in person.”
“More like twenty.”
“Oh, that extra fifteen minutes makes all the difference,” Amber drawled. “Forgive me.”
I smirked. “I get it, okay? I know this is crazy and I don’t do anything like this, but I got really good vibes from him.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Good vibes? So good you haven’t seen him again in person in the time between the coffee shop and going to Scotland?”