“Well, should I know any important facts?”
“You know me.”
“Do I?” He liked that she seemed uncomfortable. The fact that he’d gotten under her guard was a good thing. “What’s your favorite color? Number? Animal? Do you prefer dogs or cats? Do you like movies? If so, what kind? Do you read? What’s your favorite sport? I don’t know any of that. But if we’re in a relationship, I probably should.”
She slumped. “You’re going to be difficult about this, aren’t you?”
“Not at all.”
She sighed and sagged back against the armrest, half lying on the couch. “Yeah, you are. I knew you would be.”
Chapter Twelve
Mack grinned. “Humor me.”
“Fine. I like the color red.”
“For blood, I’ll bet,” he murmured.
She smirked at him. “Yeah, for all that blood you’re gonna shed the next time the Top Cops smash you at soccer.”
“Ha. If you can catch me.”
She frowned and continued, “I don’t have a favorite number. That’s stupid. And do not tell me that yours is sixty-nine. How old are you? Thirteen?”
“Thirty, but close enough.” He grinned.
She smothered the laugh he could see coming. “Um, I like animals, I guess. The cats are cute. I’ve never had a pet.”
“Never?”
“Nope. My parents have always worked hard, and I knew if we got a pet, I’d have to take care of it. I didn’t want the responsibility. I’ve always been busy with other things.” She glanced at the kittens now snoozing together on the blanket. “Copo and Impala are sweet.”
She remembered their names. A plus for her. “What else? Movies or books? Beach or mountains?”
“I like booksandmovies. I watch TV a lot, I guess. Mostly sitcoms. I like to laugh.”
“Could have fooled me.”
She glared at him, and he chuckled, which had her laughing as well. “You’re an ass.”
“So they say.”
“I do like movies. Mostly action or superhero ones. Books, well, I read some.”
Her blush intrigued him. What embarrassed her about reading books?
She quickly continued, “My favorite sport is soccer, followed by volleyball and track.”
“Track isn’t a sport. It’s just a lot of running,” he said to annoy her.
“Up yours.”
“I’m kidding. I ran track in high school and college.”
“You went to college?” She stared at him from a position that had to be uncomfortable. She sat on her butt cross-legged but leaned back to rest her head on the arm of the couch. Talk about limber.
He swallowed hard. “Yeah, who would have guessed? Seven years in the Air Force, then an associate’s degree in fire science while I became an EMT before getting on with the Seattle Fire Department.”
