“She’s a keeper.”
I lift my head up from the back of the seat and stare at Eric who is looking at me in his rearview mirror again. “A keeper?”
“That's what I said. She’s one of those girls you hang onto for dear life. You want to keep her because she’ll make you happy. She’ll love you for you, not for your millions, boss.”
Harrumphing, I mutter. “There’s no such creature.” All women ever want from me is what I can give them or whom I can introduce them to at parties.
“Alright. Suit yourself. But, when you finally realize I’m right, it might be too late. Let me just suggest one thing.”
“Like I could stop you.”
Eric chuckles, “Try the first thing I said.”
I can’t remember the first one. I draw my brows together trying to remember. It’s been a long, damn day.
“Try being attentive and doting.”
“Attentive and doting.” I look out my window as I think. What the hell does attentive and doting look like?
“I can tell you have no idea what I mean. So, here are some suggestions. Take her a coffee in the morning. Send her flowers. Tell her you like her outfit.”
I let out a guffaw at that last suggestion.
“If you can’t muster up that compliment, tell her she looks pretty. That won’t be hard to do. The woman should have been born in the 40s. She’s a pin-up kind of girl.”
“I know.” I don’t think I like Eric thinking about her in that way. “Eyes to yourself, asshole.”
“Now, see? You’ve never been jealous before.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Yeah, you are. You don’t want me even thinking about her as a bombshell. And boss? She is a bombshell. If I didn’t love Jen, I’d…”
“Seriously, stop it. It’s pissing me off.”
Eric laughs from the front seat. “I rest my case.”
