“Miracle.”
“Huh?” she asks.
“The movieMiracle. It’s about the 1980 Olympic hockey team. All those guys are heroes in my book.”
“Never seen it.”
“What?” I ask. “You can’t be serious.”
“Look at my face.” She points at her serious expression. “I am.”
Groaning, I drag my hand over my face. “Fuck, that’s annoying.”
“I’m pretty sure you haven’t seen movies I like.”
“Name one,” I challenge her.
“Okay . . .Pride and Prejudice.”
“With Keira Knightley? Seen it.”
“Okay, what aboutTwo Weeks Notice?”
“I’ve seen every Hugh Grant movie ever made.”
“Pretty Woman.”
“Big mistake . . . huge,” I say, quoting the movie.
“Oh yeah, how about . . .Sixteen Candles?”
“There’s something about Jake Ryan that makes you weak in the knees, isn’t there?”
“Ugh, of course you’ve seen that. You’re old. I need something recent.” She taps her chin. “What aboutBridgerton?”
“I got a boner during one of the sex scenes. Chills when their fingers touched in front of the art.”
She grumbles, “God, you’re annoying.”
“What you’re failing to remember is that I was in a committed, long-term relationship ever since I was in high school. I’ve seen everything she wanted to watch and then some.”
“Fine, so you’re well-polished in romance. Still doesn’t mean we can both be heroes.”
“How about no one is a hero, and I saw you in a bar and hit on you, simple as that.”
She taps her chin in thought. “It has merit. I think we could make it work.”
“Well, thank God for that.”
* * *
“So what brought us together?”Ollie asks as she blots her pizza with a napkin.
I gave her a quick tour of the apartment, saving the gym for last because I knew she would love it, and she did. She was in total awe and could not wait to work out in the space without being bothered.
She was testing out some of the weights when the food arrived, so we retreated to the dining room to eat.
“What do you mean? We saw each other in the bar. That’s what we agreed upon. We’re not coming up with something else,” I say.
