Is that his type?
Why am I so obsessed with the women Dex dates?
I shake my head.
Get it together, Lexy. He’s a handsome, tattooed, single guy with a big heart. Of course women are attracted to him.
He did say no…
But maybe he’s already seeing someone else and I just didn’t notice.
I sigh.
Why the hell am I obsessing over this?
He’ll hate me the second I tell him who I really am.
So don’t get attached.
I move behind the bar and start pouring beers.
Goosebumps ripple over my skin as I feel a hand brush through my hair.
I freeze for half a second before turning.
Dex stands there, holding a tiny piece of lint between his fingers.
“You had this in your hair,” he says.
He’s close.
Way too close.
I can feel the warmth coming off him, steady and distracting.
“Everything okay, Tinker? You look spooked.”
I swallow. “Oh… uh… no. Actually, I need to tell you something.”
My hands tremble slightly, and I press them against the counter, trying to steady them. Trying to steady myself.
I want to be honest with him.
I understand now that he’s not the enemy I thought he was.
On the contrary, he’s helped me again and again, and spending these past days with him was…
Well.
“I wanted to tell you this sooner, but…”
I hesitate.
The words sit there, caught somewhere between my chest and my throat, refusing to come out.
His phone goes off.
Dex ignores it, still watching me.
