Page 27 of Truly, Madly, Deeply

“Happily?”

At that, he laughed. “You really don’t fuck around, do you?”

“Hey, you’re the one who said I could—”

Colin McCrory had the gall to press his finger against her lips, physically shushing her. Screw personal space, right?

For a second, she was tempted to meet his daring with her own, to nip the tip of his finger, maybe press the tip of her tongue against the pad. She could only imagine what his face would do, how his big brown eyes would grow huge, might even darken from chestnut to chocolate.

A strange thrill shot through her and it took every ounce of self-control she possessed to not act on that unwelcome, intrusive thought.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” He lowered his hand, index finger grazing her chin. Her lips tingled where he’d touched. “I’m impressed, to be honest. You go straight for the throat. Anyone ever tell you you’re brutal?”

“Maybe.” No one had ever made it sound like a compliment before. “But whatever,” she said, flippant tone at odds with her racing heart. “You like me better rude, remember?”

Colin nodded slowly. “Yeah. I guess my parents are happy.”

“You guess?”

“I mean, I’ve never asked?”

It wasn’t something someone should have to ask to know. It was obvious. Or it should be.

She frowned.

Maybe not. What did she know, right? “Huh.”

“Next question?”

“You’re assuming I have one.”

Colin simply stared at her.

Truly rolled her eyes and swallowed hard. “Fine. What about you? Have you ever been married?”

“No,” he answered without hesitation.

Hm. Interesting.

“Not what you were expecting? You’ve got sort of a...” He pointed at the space between her brows. “Wrinkle happening there.”

She smacked his hand aside. “It’s rude to talk about a lady’s wrinkles.”

His teeth sank into his bottom lip, doing a piss-poor job of hiding his smile. “My sincerest apologies.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m surprised, is all.”

“That I’ve never been married?” He held a hand to his chest, no longer even trying to hide his smile. “I’m flattered you think I’m such a catch.”

She elbowed him in the side, not nearly hard enough for the theatrical oof he let out. “I’m surprised you’ve never been divorced, actually.”

He sputtered out a laugh that trailed off into a pained groan. “You’re killing me.”

For being killed, he sure sounded like he was enjoying himself.

“No offense. I’m just trying to understand what’s wrong with you.”

“Oh, sure.” He laughed. “No offense.”

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