Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Everyone has one,” I reply, rolling my eyes.
“Who is yours?”
You, my brain screams. “Kevin Costner,” I answer without skipping a beat, “or that other guy from the show. Kip.” I’m not sure of his name. “Rip.”
“You don’t even know his name?” He laughs at me.
“I don’t have to watch the show to enjoy the fineness that he is.” I wink at him, making him laugh, and I have to say, I really fucking like his laugh. “The way that man rides that horse.” I close my eyes and hold up my hands and do a little dance. “I mean, I would even let them tag team me,” I open my eyes, “and I’m not even into that. But—” He rolls his eyes, and I stop. “There has to be someone you’ve seen in a movie or whatever and you’re like ‘I’d do her.’” I watch him. “Could even be a porn star, if that’s the kind of movies you like to watch. This is a no judgment zone.” I open my hand and do a circle on top of the table. He glares at me. “There is nothing wrong with watching porn.”
“You watch porn?” His eyes light up.
“You really have never played this game before.” I chuckle. “You can save that question for when it’s your turn. Now it’s mine.”
“Fine, I don’t know, Scarlett Johansson.” He scrubs his hands down his face.
“Very good choice,” I approve and he shakes his head, smiling. The waiter comes over and I grab my menu, looking up at him. “Are you hungry?”
“Yeah,” he replies, grabbing his own menu. I don’t know why I was scared he was going to say he wasn’t going to eat and he was leaving, but I was. I look down at the menu, trying to calm down my nerves and pretend that sitting across from him has no effect on me. When in fact it does, greatly. When I walked into the restaurant and they walked me to his table, I was seething. One, I was pissed about thinking I got played, and two, I was pissed he was actually going to go on a date. Fine, I was also, but that’s his fault he didn’t message me.
We order a few appetizers to share on the table and then he orders the steak with steamed veggies. “Shocking,” I mumble while I order the chicken parm with spaghetti on the side.
I smile at the waiter, who turns to leave. “Okay, whose turn is it?” I ask and he points to himself while he takes a sip of his sparkling water. “Here we go,” I mumble, thinking he’s going to ask me if I watch porn.
“If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?” He puts down his glass and looks at me.
“I’d want to be taller,” I answer without skipping a beat. “I’m like five six right now, I’d love to be five nine, but like all legs.”
“Your legs are sexy as fuck already,” he says, and I think he shocked himself that he said it out loud.
“Thank you.” I wink at him, and he shakes his head. “What about you?”
“I’d be a better dad,” he says softly and my heart sinks.
“Knox, I’m sure you’re a great dad.”
“I think I am, but—” He stops talking. “Having to watch Vincent go through this divorce when he understands what’s going on is hard.”
“What do you mean?” I ask him, suddenly wanting more of him.
“Well, I don’t know if you know the story,” he starts and I don’t answer yes or no, “but my wife was having an affair with my brother-in-law.” Even though I know the story, hearing it from him makes my heart sink. “Walked in on them one day.”
“Did you guys try to work it out?” The tightness in my chest moves to my stomach.
“Fuck no,” he hisses. “I can forgive her overspending or whatever, but fucking someone else? I can’t do it. I wouldn’t even try.”
“Same,” I agree with him. “I would second-guess every single minute of every single hour, and it would be torture for me. Then I would make his life a living hell with all the questions.”
“Yeah, turns out Vincent found out and he’s trying to navigate through it.”
“He’s a good kid.” I smile when he smiles, the pride shows in his face. “You are doing a great job with him.”
“Thank you. Okay, well, that took a turn.” He laughs, grabbing his glass. “Your turn, and it can’t be heavy.”
“Fine.” I cross my arms in front of me. “What is your favorite thing about yourself?”
“That I’m a good dad,” he says, and I can’t help but laugh. “You?”
“Um. I’m a great friend, and the best sister anyone can have, obviously.” I tilt my head to the side. “And I’ll never sleep with my sister-in-law.” I make a joke about it. I wonder if it’s too soon, but he throws his head back and laughs. I watch his neck and make a note if we ever sleep together again, I’m going to worship that neck.