“Do you wear contact lenses?” I ask him.
I will probably want him no matter what he’s wearing, but the suit I first fell in lust with and now these gray sweatpants have to go. If I can get him into some boring, everyday-around-here blue jeans and flannel, that will help. But those glasses are killing me.
“I don’t like contacts.”
Well, I’m going to need something to make Everett Clark just another boring, regular Sapphire Falls guy like all the guys I grew up with and easily ignored for years.
I watch him get up and carry his plate and glass to the sink, studying his ass in those sweatpants.
Yeah, blue jeans and flannel.
That’s what we’ll do. Surely that will work.
And maybe he’ll have terrible taste in music. He already doesn’t watch movies.
Yes, this is good. As I introduce him around Sapphire Falls, I’ll get to really know him and realize he’s just my brother’s best friend. He’s not the guy for me.
He turns from loading his plate into the dishwasher. “Did they say there’s a football game tomorrow?”
I nod. “Thegame. Nebraska against Iowa.”
“Huh.”
“What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re a Colorado fan.”
“No. I’m just going to need to brush up on a few things first.”
I grin. “Like all the rules of football?”
“Yeah. Something like that.”
“I guess it’s a good thing you’re a genius then.”
He grins, and I feel my stomach do the stupid flipping thing that it does when he does that.
“Yeah, good thing.” He heads for the door. “Goodnight, Ginger.”
“Goodnight, Clark.”
And I don’t even correct myself.
Dammit. So he doesn’t know football. That just further reinforces the fact that he’s a big, hot, bookish science nerd who loves suits. And, as it turns out, pie.
He is so my type.
CHAPTER 6
EVERETT
Christmas…
“Fuck. This. Shit,”Graham says through chattering teeth.
I share the sentiment.
Late December in Nebraska is not for the weak.
It’s not just the thirteen inches of snow on the ground, or the two more predicted for tonight, or the ten-degree temperature.
