He's Mine

Evie

“That’s him.” I smiled.

“He’s hot,” she said and took the phone back. “Let’s see if we can find any real dirt on him.” I waited while she slid her finger over her screen, scowled, and pushed another button.

“Well?”

“He has no social media, unless he uses a different name. There is nothing on him. How boring.”

“That sounds very much like the man I spoke with,” I said, oddly happy that he wasn’t one of those guys that bragged all over social media. “He’s very closed up. He doesn’t talk much.”

“I bet you do plenty of talking for the both of you.”

I laughed. “Odd. He said the same thing.”

She put her phone back in her pocket. “Why him?”

“I don’t know. There was just something about him. It’s like seeing a pretty box with intricate wrapping paper. I wanted to know what was in the box. I am dying of curiosity to know him.”

“Because he’s hot,” she said.

“He is handsome.”

“Now what?” she questioned. “Was it a one-park date or is this going to be a thing?”

“I’m going out on his boat with