He must have seen my forlorn expression; I was sure was on my face.
Therefore, I shared, “It’s my mother. I love her. I really do. But she’s on this kick to find me a man. And every time she holds a little dinner party, she invites someone for me to meet.”
His jaw ticked.
His. Jaw. Ticked.
Wait....
Then he looked away, inhaled a deep breath, and said, “She shouldn’t be doing that.”
For some reason, I threw caution to the wind when I asked, “And why not?”
Come on, Bronson.
Come on.
He was silent.
I could feel Cole’s and Madalyn’s eyes on us from their place in the back seat.
But I didn’t turn my head to look at them.
Instead, I kept my eyes on the side of Bronson’s face.
Really, it was perfection.
The way the line of his jaw was covered in a neatly trimmed beard...
“Because you deserve better than to meet someone you don’t know.”
I chuckled, “Isn’t that how most people meet?”
He turned his head and looked at me, “Yeah, but dating is a different ball game entirely. He may be a creeper. And it would kill me if something happened to you.”
“Kill you? How do you mean?”
He sighed, “We’re friends. Lila. And it would hurt Cole and Madalyn if something happened to you.”
“Nothing could happen to me. He could be my one.” I teased.
Come on, Bronson. Do something.
I’ve seen the way you look at me.
I’ve seen how you are with other women and how you are with me... It’s more than friends.
But he didn’t do anything... or rather... he did... he looked out of the windshield and said, “Okay, well, I hope he’s the one if that’s something you want.”
What?
Did he really just say that?
Just then, the canopy window closed, followed by the tailgate.
And anything I might have said or done was broken.
I looked in my side mirror to see Madalyn’s eyes narrowed.
