Rachel snorted. “I know what turns you on, Connor, and…” She trailed off, her cheeks as red as the cafe’s plastic chairs. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Oh no,” he murmured, sauntering toward her. “Tell me more. What turns me on? When women can’t admit they’re wrong and give my clients bad advice?”
Rachel’s expression darkened. “Obviously, because why else would you have attacked me?”
His shoulders tensed. He wished she wouldn't remind him how rotten his judgment was when it came to her.
But she didn’t seem to care. “Connor, you don’t have a date. You have a damn interview!” she stated.
Yes, he knew that too. “You’re getting off topic.”
“What’s the topic? That you didn’t find a date?”
“Hmm,” he said. “An interview is kind of a date too.”
Rachel stared at him, her lips parted — before she laughed. He could see she didn’t mean to, but obviously, she couldn’t help it.
“How can you still be so confident?” she asked incredulously.
He shrugged. “I still don’t think it’s a bad idea. You know, I figured if a miniature golf interview didn’t scare her off, she’d be tough. We need that kind of person at our firm.”
“Yeah, because she has to work foryou.”
“Yeah, right,” he replied, irritated.
Rachel snorted. “You realize you’re wasting one of your five dates.”
“Hmm,” he said, approaching her. “It seems to upset you. How could it be a waste?”
Mouth gaping, she stared at him. “Wow. How could I not have won this bet by now?”
“You already know why. You’re dating the wrong men.”
“Oh, yeah, your theory…”
“You like the thrill, Rachel. Fuck, you had sex with me even though I’m your declared enemy!”
She closed her eyes and sighed. “You’re still angry, aren’t you?”
“At you for messing with my work and giving random divorce advice? Why should I be?” he replied roughly.
She lowered her gaze and took a deep breath. “Connor, I was hoping you’d calmed down a bit so…”
“Here comes your date,” he interrupted, looking over her shoulder. “Plaid shirt, khaki pants. Boring. Looks like your type.”
“Stop it,” she hissed. “He can hear you.”
He didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything. The guy shouldn’t be here, damn it!
“You know what’s ridiculous?” Rachel continued. “I had actually planned to apologize to you today! But you’re making it impossible.”
“And what exactly am I doing?” he asked hostilely, because he still considered himself relatively friendly and unproblematic.
“Um, excuse me?” the plaid hero spoke up. “Are you Rachel?”
“Jesus Christ, do you like confrontations?” Connor snapped at him.
The guy blinked. “No,” he replied meekly. “I hate arguing.”
