Page 86 of The Singles Club

I laughed. “I’m fine, but thanks for your concern.”

She slapped her hands against her thighs. “Great, I’ll just head out now.” She spun around before opening the door. “Do you want coffee or anything?”

Okay, something was definitely wrong. Isabella never served me coffee.

“What’s going on?”

She wound her finger around the ends of her hair. “I was wondering if I could ask your advice on something.”

I sat back in my chair, giving her my full attention. “Sure, shoot.”

She clasped her fingers and avoided all eye contact. Unlike her… unless she was hiding something. “So, I sort of met someone.”

“Okay…”

“And she lives… far.”

“Like the Cape?”

She cleared her throat. “No, I mean likereallyfar… California,” she finally spit out.

“That is quite the distance between you both.”

“But I like her… a lot.”

“How’d you meet her?”

Her eyes widened. “Huh?”

“The girl you likea lot.”

“Oh, pfft.” She threw up her hands. “A friend of a friend. Anyway, we really hit it off, and she was talking about possibly having a long-distance relationship...dating… thing.”

Something was off about all this.

“So, what advice would you like?”

She shrugged. “I was wondering how you felt about long-distance… um… dating?”

Now it clicked.

“What’s her name?”

“Who?”

“The girl I like.”

“Vivian?” She slapped her hand over her mouth.

Caught.

“I know she didn’t put you up to this, so let’s just pretend this conversation never happened.”

“Done.” Within seconds she was out the door.

I rubbed at my jaw, my mind now on something I hadn’t considered… well, I had, but not seriously. Isabella was right. I could do a lot of my work remotely. Maybe a long-distance thing could be possible between two people… if they truly wanted to be together.

But by the way she acted and spoke at our last dance lesson, she made it loud and clear that she wanted nothing more than friendship between us.