“Knowing if I was patient, it would come along.You would come along.”
“Looking for an excuse to get that home run?”It was so much easier to play down his claim than consider it implied some kind of destiny.“I’m nothing special.I’m hot and smart and funny, yes.I am a catch, but you can do so much better.You want a house and a wife, kids and a dog all enclosed in a white picket fence.That’s… I’m years away from that.”
“Who said?”he asked.“Who said I’m looking for that?”
No one, she just assumed… Her wandering digits paused though didn’t lose contact.
“Why else would you be saving yourself for marriage?”
“I’m saving myself for forever.What that looks like?My partner and I will figure that out together.I’m not staunch one way or another.We’ll talk about it together.”
“You want her to make all the decisions?”
“No.We’ll make decisions together.”
“What if she wants kids?What if she doesn’t?You can’t have no opinion.”
“I take life as it comes.I don’t know how I’ll feel on the subject until we get there.”
“So you don’t want kids?”
For some reason, that was amusing.“Are we talking about this now?You want to make these choices together as partners?”
Teasing?Presumptuous?Trying to tempt her into a confession?
“You’re my friend.”
“In my bed.In your underwear.”
“I like kissing you.”Her touch floated to his lips.“I like being around you.I like this bed.”
“You’re a conundrum, Candy.”
“How am I—am I?”
“Yes.You want to be wild, I tell you to be wild, instead you’re here talking about having kids.”
Mixed signals much?Okay, she’d admit that.It wasn’t her fault he’d enraptured her body and her curiosity.
“Because it came up.”
Though she had been the one to do that.
“What about the guys checking you out in Crimson?”
Wait.What?
“The—no one was checking me out.”
“One step into the room and I counted at least six.You were sitting on your own.”
“I was with friends.No one made a move.”
“There are rules in Crimson.”
“Against men talking to women?”she asked.
Sounded unlikely.
