Flirting With Forever (Dirty Martini Running Club, #4)

by Claire Kingsley

Recently, she’d burst into tears at the dinner table and when I’d asked her what was wrong, she’d sobbed, “I don’t know.” Growing up was hard.

She had an air about her, like she was charged with electricity.

But I’d decided it was time to settle down. All three of my best friends now had husbands and houses, and life in my old apartment hadn’t been nearly as fun without Everly and Hazel living in the same building. It had felt like time for a change—time to level up.

Marriage wasn’t for me, thank you very much, but a woman didn’t have to get married to take her life in a new direction. A more adult direction.

So I’d bought ...

That shouldn’t have made him more intriguing. I wasn’t into dating single fathers any more than I was into dating men covered in tattoos. But for some reason, it did.

“Darling, when a man is out with you, you should be his focus. There’s nothing on his phone that’s better or more important than you.”

But I didn’t see babies in my future any more than I saw a husband. I just wasn’t the type.

Men do not fall for me. They enjoy our time together and move on.

That same sense of panic flowed through me again. Maybe panic was too strong a word. I wasn’t about to go running out the door screaming in terror. But it was fear, just the same. A quiet fear. One I’d harbored for a long time.

“Big romantic gestures are overrated. Too easy to fake. Mess up my hair and ruin my lipstick instead.”

The last thing she needs is another suit who just wants her for the temporary arm candy.”

These were big questions and I was flirting with a word I’d never thought I’d use with a man. Forever.