“I’m listening.”
“You’re really interested in this?”
“I promise you that I am. You told me you prefer for people to speak directly. You can trust me to do just that.”
“Well...” She sniffed, then rested her hands in her lap. “When all the other little girls were drawing pictures of families, with mothers and fathers and children, I was drawing pictures of myself surrounded by math equations. I know that most people envision romantic relationships as part of their future, but I never did.”
“Why is that?”
“Several reasons. The first was environmental.”
“Explain.”
“My parents’ marriage was ... deplorable. It in no way sweetened me toward the institution.”
“Understandable.”
On top of that, during her middle school years, no boy had displayed a shred of romantic interest in her. Back then, not only had she been socially awkward, she’d also worn glasses and possessed a nose that was too large for her face. “I attended an all-girls school, which was glorious because, for the first time, I was surrounded by friends with whom I had much in common. There were no boys present, however, so I certainly wasn’t tempted to try dating during my teenage years.”
The peaceful environment at Clemmons had poured Miracle-Gro on her confidence. There, her roommate had invited Leah to church and Leah had, for the first time, met God. She’d placed her faith inHim. In response, the unconditional love she’d spent her life craving had poured through her. God’s grace had revolutionized her soul.
“And after you graduated from Clemmons?” he asked.
“Almost all the men I met were coworkers, and I was too young for them.” It had come as a great surprise to her when a few of her colleagues had asked her out. By then, she’d traded her glasses for contacts. Her other features had grown so that her nose had come into proportion. She’d entrusted herself to a skilled hair stylist and learned how to shop for clothing that complemented her. While it had been pleasant to discover that she no longer repelled men, that revelation had not converted to real-world application. “Besides, Dylan consumed my time. Whatever was left went to my master’s program.” She shrugged. “I seem to be missing the attraction gene.”
“What do you mean?”
“All the women I know swoon with attraction over men. I do not.”
Except ... just as the wordsI do notleft her mouth, she did experience a bout of physical attraction. A very real, warm tug of longing in response to Sebastian Grant.
Chills of delight—or maybe horror—slid along her arms.
Confound it!
What in the world was happening?
This felt like a pleasurable menstrual cramp even though the relationship betweencrampandpleasurablewas a non sequitur.
“I see,” he said.
A blush glided up her cheeks. She neutralized it by drawing in air and common sense. Romance and marriage were not for her. The sentimentality of it all! The bad choices, the weakness, the flawed thinking that women in love displayed!
She had God, and years ago she’d resolved that He was quite enough, thank you very much. Ever since, she’d worn her countercultural disinterest in a spouse like a badge of honor. “Number theory thrills me, but romance does not. I’ve found contentment in my long-standing relationship with Han Solo.”
“You’re a Han Solo fan?”
“Very much so.” She woke her phone to show him the Han Solo photo she’d set as her background image.
“Your name is Leah, so how could you not like him?”
“Naturally. Princess Leia and I don’t spell or pronounce our name the same way, but we both have a weakness for scoundrels.” She angled the phone back toward herself and saw that just five minutes remained before their meeting. “Shall we?” She gestured toward the bank of elevators.
He nodded.
She tossed her cup in the trash as they crossed the lobby.
Once inside the elevator with an old man and young woman in scrubs, Sebastian punched eight and up they went.
