He turned and grinned as he caught her looking at him and she immediately snatched her gaze away from those annoying, laughing, hazel eyes, giving herself a mental shake—she hadn’t takenthatmuch notice.
‘Your drink, my lady,’ he said with an exaggerated bow of his head as she held her card up, waiting to tap it on themachine. ‘It’s on the house. After your dating marathon, you deserve it.’
‘Does your boss know you give away his alcohol like this?’
Again, with that cocky grin that both irritated, and well … no, just irritated her really.
‘He’s pretty easygoing.’
‘Well, thanks, I guess.’ She didn’t like the way he could make her feel so off-centre.
‘You’re welcome. So, what now?’ he asked as she took a sip of her drink.
‘What do you mean?’
‘You said you were giving up on the dating site, so what are you going to do now?’
‘Nothing. I guess. I’ll go back to enjoying my life the way it was before.’
‘Which was?’
Boring. Jenny paused with the glass halfway to her mouth. No, it wasn’t. Was it? ‘Uneventful,’ she said, realising he was still waiting for her reply.
‘Uneventful?’ Doubt coloured his voice. ‘And you’re happy living anuneventfullife?’
Well, when he put it like that … ‘I’m happy living a stress-free life, which lately, being thrown together with strange men, it definitely hasnotbeen.’
‘Then maybe you should take control over it. Pick your own dates from now on.’
‘Maybe I will,’ she said with a sudden burst of defiance. Maybe she’d go straight home now and do just that.
She sipped her drink as she pondered this new course of action. Choose her own dates? She could do that. Surely she couldn’t do any worse than the girls had?
She glanced at her watch and realised it was getting late. She could be doing a million other things than sitting alone at a bar, ogling men—or rather, one man in particular. Could shegetany more cougar-like? Who was she? She barely recognised herself lately. She just needed to put everything back the way it was before and it would all be fine.
