“Silly, yes, but how about sexy?” His eyes searched mine.
I looked him over, taking in everything about him from head to toe. I could have gotten lost in just the tattoos alone, the unusual design of eyes over his left pec and the whole Colosseum with a Roman gladiator covering the majority of his left arm. It was so unlike the general run-of-the-mill designs everyone else had. They showed the hardness in the man he was.
I couldn’t even lie to him and say he wasn’t sexy, because he was sexy as hell, and the devil he was knew it.
Still, that didn’t mean I was going to make his head swell any bigger than it already was.
“Maybe,” I cooed.
His eyes dropped to my mouth and lingered there. When his gaze climbed back up to meet mine, his smile widened.
“How about you come with me and tell me what got you so upset yesterday? Then I’ll let you know what parts about last night I’ll decide to forget.”
“What are you doing?”
“Someone told me I needed to get a life, or possibly a dog.”
I laughed again. “Really? How rude to imply you didn’t have a life.” Looking back, I knew I probably shouldn’t have said that to him. It was kind of rude.
“Yeah. This super-hot girl said it to me, so I listened.”
“Because she was hot?”
“Yeah, it was enough. Now the next time I see her I can say I did something today other than go to work.”
“And what is that something?”
“Catching shrimp.” He looked so proud of himself.
“Catching shrimp? That is so lame.”
“Hey.” He pouted. “In Wilmington, we have shrimp you can’t get anywhere else. They sell for twenty bucks each.”
“Wow.”Maybe I should do that—swap my writing career and become a fisherwoman.“Is that what you’ll do? Sell them?”
“Nope, some things are meant to enjoy. I’ll catch them and cook them on the beach. You coming?”
Again, I looked at him. His gaze held me in place, beckoning me to go.
“Okay.”
