“No, and you don’t like answering questions at all.”
“This is fun. Let’s keep going.”
She looked up then, unsure if he was being sarcastic or not. The heat was getting to her, and the quick movement of her head made her dizzy. “Seriously?”
“What did you do before this?”
“I was a reporter.”
“For whom?” he asked.
“Do you always say whom?”
“Only when it’s appropriate. Who did you work for?”
“None of your beeswax.” She plopped down on her bottom in the sand. “Why did you become a SEAL?”
“To see if I could.” He kept working.
“You do that a lot? Try something just to see if you can do it?”
“Everyone does that.”
“No, they don’t.”
He braced his elbows on his thighs and looked at her. “You opened a resort on the beach with no husband and no help. Why did you do that?”
She laughed. “Utter desperation.”
“I became a doctor to see if I could. A surgeon, too. The best things in life are hovering on that edge of can and cannot.”
“You’re a SEAL and a surgeon? Bit of an overachiever there, aren’t you? But I have to disagree. I think the best things in life come easy. The things you’re meant to find are put firmly in your path.”
He laughed. “You have money, don’t you? Only someone with money would think like that.”
“You’re not supposed to ask people about money.”
“So what?”
She looked at the horizon. The sun was low in the sky. Soon it would set, and she hadn’t even thought about making dinner. She considered whether or not to be honest with him, and wondered why this question would give her pause more than the others. “I grew up with money. I don’t have any now.” Heat flooded her cheeks. “I’m not even sure how I’m going to pay the bill for you two coming here.” She was quiet for a minute. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“I don’t do girlfriends.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Boyfriend?”
He laughed toward the sky, a deep baritone sound she liked immediately. He pointed to her. “That’s not what I meant.”
“So why no girlfriend?”
“I don’t need one. Been there, done that.”
“Your ex.”
“I don’t see a man around here, helping you pick up the branches around your glass house.”
She pursed her lips. There was a dark cloud on the horizon, and she feared this break in the stormy weather would be short-lived. “I have to think of Selena.”
“And what about yourself?”
