Page 28 of Reckless Kisses


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“You did.”She groaned.“Okay, I have to admit, part of me always thought it wouldn’t work out.That if it were that simple, people wouldn’t be single half their lives.Maybe I just need to find better dating sites.I did see one that vows to find soulmates.”She looked so hopeful.Personally, I didn’t think it was that easy.

“Probably the one Griffin wanted to invest in,” I said.

“Wait, what?Your brother Griffin?”

“Do we know another one?”I teased.

“No, I’m just...surprised.Griffin always seemed like you.Though, to be fair, all of your brothers did.”

“I know, right?And then they all go and get hitched.I don’t know what’s gotten into them.”

Amy started to laugh.It was the first time tonight, and it was music to my ears.

“So, does that platform work?”

“Last time he looked into it, it boasted serious results.”

“I’ll check it out, then.Maybe I’ll have better chances.”

“Don’t,” I said.

She blinked.“Why?”

Why indeed?It was a good question.

“I don’t want to see you go through this again.”

“But you just said that the platform does deliver on its promise—soulmates.”

I swallowed hard.What the hell was wrong with me?Why couldn’t I just be her partner in crime as usual?Help her find Mr.Right?

“Let’s talk about something else,” I suggested.

“Oh, brilliant idea.”She glanced at the bar.“I want another drink, but the line is so long.”

“You can have mine.”

She raised a brow.“You’re not going to finish it?”

“No.I’m here with my car, and after just feeling better, I don’t want to press my luck.”

That was an excellent excuse.That way, I would only have nonalcoholic drinks the rest of the evening and could keep my wits sharp.

“How’s it going with your other project, the sponsorship?”I asked.

“I haven’t made much headway since we spoke two days ago.”She winked and finished off my drink too.For some odd reason, I couldn’t stop watching her mouth.Those lips were fucking perfection.

“But who knows?”she continued.“Maybe I should pause my search for my soulmate and focus on that instead.”

“You should do that,” I encouraged her.

Amy didn’t challenge me.She put the glass down and licked her lips.

“Do I have something around my mouth?”she asked.

“No, why?”

“You keep staring at my lips.”