I take a sip of water, buying time. “Why are you being nice to me?”
His mouth curves into a smile, and oh God, that smile does things to my stomach. It’s knowing and warm and just the right amount of dangerous.
“Maybe I like helping damsels in distress.”
“I’m not in distress. I’m just…” I gesture vaguely at myself. “Having a moment.”
“A moment that involves deleting every photo on your phone?”
Busted.
“My boyfriend cheated on me.” The words tumble out. “Actually, my boyfriend and my best friend cheated on me. Together. Today. So yeah, I’m deleting him from existence.”
“Smart move.” He leans back in his seat, giving me his full attention. Those eyes steel-blue are completely focused on me. “What’s your name?”
“Savannah.”
“Ledger.” He extends his hand again, even though we technically already did this.
I shake it, and his grip is firm and warm and lingers just a second longer than necessary.
“So, Savannah. Running away to Vegas to forget?”
“Something like that.” I twist the water bottle in my hands. “My mom just died two months ago. She was my only family. So now I’m just…alone. And I can’t believe I’m telling a total stranger this. You could be some trafficker or porn agent looking at a very vulnerable woman.”
He laughs, rich and genuine. “Or I could be like that guy fromTaken. The one who tells his daughter’s kidnappers he has a very particular set of skills.”
I blink. “You’ve seenTaken?”
“I have a son. We watch a lot of action movies together.”
“Okay, but what about…” I search for something more embarrassing. “Have you seenThe Proposal? With Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds?”
“The one where she forces her assistant to marry her?”
My jaw drops. “How do you know that movie?”
He shrugs, that smile playing at his lips again. “I had to watch it for a potential business partner. She loved it, wouldn’t stop talking about it. So I watched it to have something to discuss during our meeting.”
“That’s…actually really smart.”
“I’m a practical man.”
“Well, you don’t have to force me to marry you,” I say, and the tequila is definitely talking now. “I’d do it on a whim.”
His eyebrow arches. “Would you now?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“You barely know me. And you just got out of a relationship.”
“Mason was a dick.” I take another sip of water. “It wasn’t even the first time he cheated. He did it over a year ago, begged me to forgive and forget. I did. That was my mistake. So yeah, I’d totally marry you on a whim. You’re hot, smart, older, and clearly rich. I mean, look at those shoes. Those are expensive shoes.”
He glances down at his shoes, then back at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re basing marriage potential on my footwear?”
“Among other things.”
“Like?”
