“Well,” I sat back.“I’ll do it now.The list is not long.The queen bee bitch of the blond bimbo brigade commonly referred to around here as The Brady Bunch is Natalia.Your date,” I clarified.
Without waiting for him to respond, I continued, “Her minions are Tiffany and Brittany, also known as the ‘anys’ because they do anything she says.Tiffany is not a threat.She’s actually the nicest of the three.She’s also married and has two little girls.She didn’t usually partake in Natalia’s bullying.Brittany, however, is recently divorced.”
I took a small sip of my hot chocolate and closed my eyes to better appreciate the sweetness.Opening my eyes, I pinned him with my gaze before continuing, “She’d latch onto you like a deer tick.”
He lifted his mug to his mouth without taking his eyes off me.
This man undid me with a single look.
“It wasn’t a date.”
He had the most beautifully expressive mouth I’d ever seen.I was positive I would have been able to identify his mood based on his mouth alone.
His bottom lip was puffier, his upper lip firmly defined and boasted the sweetest most kissable bow.
I tilted my head to the side.
Frig.If he could undo me with a look, what would he be like in bed?I blinked the thought away.I bet he wouldn’t live up to that face.Not to mention his body.
I flushed just thinking about it.
He had pulled his hair back today.I liked it like that.
I smiled to myself.The man looked like a rockstar and taught kindergarten.
He swore like a sailor and flirted like a devil.
Fuck, he was pretty.
“Harley?”
“Hm?”I hummed.Oh, God!How long had I been staring?I gave my head a shake.“I’m sorry?What did you say?”
He grinned.That, too, was mesmerizing.
“I said, it wasn’t a date.”
It took me a moment to connect the dots and when I did, I barked out a laugh.“Really, Daire?You were at the Beaver Dam with her, but it wasn’t a date?”
“I was at the Beaver Dam.She was at the Beaver Dam.We didn’t go together.And before you jump to any conclusions, we didn’t leave together either.”
Flames lit my cheeks and a burst of anger at the very thought flared in my stomach.I shrugged and looked away.“That’s not my business.”
“It could be.”
I didn’t want to ask but frig, I needed to know.“If it wasn’t a date, what was it?”
He regarded me steadily.“Her youngest child is starting kindergarten.She was asking me about tutoring.”
“For kindergarten?And how would you know any tutors?You just moved here.”
“She wanted me to tutor him.”
“Oh,” I scoffed.“I bet she did.”Jealousy tightened my chest.Ugh.I hated that.Hated it more because it was elicited by her.“Wait.You met her at The Beaver Dam to talk about tutoring?”
“No,” he leaned back in the chair and crossed his ankle over his knee.“She was there with the ‘anys’, I was waiting for Max, and she came over and invited herself to sit down.What were you doing there?”
“Me?”I squeaked.
