Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 300

The scene was as awkward as you'd expect.

Except for Hayden.

"Just a moment," he said calmly, carrying me over to the couch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He didn't rush out either. Instead, he took his time, wiping my hands with a wet wipe. "Eat first. The soup's a little hot, so take it slow."

Wayne hovered awkwardly at the door, clearly unsure if he should step inside or make a run for it. Even I felt the tension.

"I can manage, thanks," I said, hoping Hayden would take the hint and go see what Wayne needed.

Before leaving. Hayden made sure to open all the food containers, even placing the utensils in front of me with such care it almost felt like a final blow to Wayne Standing there in the doorway, Wayne had to watch this whole display of tenderness. I couldn't imagine how much it must've hurt, considering his feelings for me.

"What did you want to talk about?" Hayden asked as he walked over to the door.

Wayne stepped out, and they started talking in hushed tones, too low for me to catch.

Hayden came back three minutes later, his expression as calm and unreadable as ever.

Since I couldn't get a read on him, I decided to just ask. "What did Wayne want?" I asked, sipping my soup. "Nothing much," Hayden said, brushing it off. Then, maybe realizing how vague that sounded, he added, He was trying to recruit me." I blinked in surprise. "Recruit you? For RiverwaveCorp?

job-it should be handled by HR or someone higher up. Was

he said to me earlier? Was he testing me, or maybe trying to

asked if I'd be interested," Hayden replied

with my spoon. "And what

he said bluntly, without a hint

direct. So unapologetically

laugh. He glanced at

at how direct you are. It's kind of

turned red again as he handed me a commeal pancake.

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I compliment you then?" I teased, grinning. "Isn't calling you adorable a

swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. You can compliment me, but no

for a second,

handed me the pancake, and when I reached for it, our fingers brushed. The tiny spark between us

didn't miss a beat. "Yeah, but

always ready with

and slightly sweet, delicious,

now that my mom

good?"