Page 56 of Marrying Off My Husband

Her features pinched as she shook her head. “No.”

I squashed my eyebrows, sending her a questioning glance.

“He looks like he stepped straight out of a men’s magazine. It’s too perfect. I prefer someone a little more…real. Some character. Quirkiness. Someone who’s not afraid to be themselves.”

My breath caught in my throat at her description, my heart skipping a beat until I shook loose the stupidity from my brain.She’s not coming on to you, Spencer. Get a hold of yourself.

Certain color was rising in my cheeks, I glanced down at the binoculars in my hand before I snapped my gaze up to the tables. “Oh, we’re missing the date.”

“How does it look?” She leaned closer to me, her breath tickling my cheek. I shifted uncomfortably as I thrust the binoculars toward her again, nearly smacking her in the face.

Get a hold of yourself, Spencer. “Oops, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said as she peered through the binoculars again. “Oh, are they…holding hands?”

I cleared my throat. “Uh, yeah, I think so.”

“Wow, things must be going really well,” she said with a grin, still peering through the binoculars. “You chose well for her.”

She lowered them and glanced at me. “Soon, you won’t need me at all.”

The words stung me, but I decided it was likely for the best. She probably couldn’t wait to get away from me. I offered her a tentative grin. “Well, uh, at least you’ll be off the hook.”

She gave me a wistful smile before she glanced over the ocean. “I should have brought dinner. I never thought of it.”

“Oh,” I said with a wave of my finger, “actually, I ordered something from the restaurant to be delivered in just a few minutes. I wasn’t sure how long it would take us to get settled, so I made it for a little after Lou’s date.”

“Wow, you planned for everything. Thanks.”

We shared a smile and waited for our light meal to arrive, sharing it as we continued to monitor the interaction between Louise and Henry. As with our previous two dates, our conversation flowed fairly effortlessly.

“Okay,” she said as she bit into a strawberry, “so, if all women have the same type, is that true for all men?”

“Uhhh…”

“I feel like it could be.”

“I think that’s a gross exaggeration,” I answered, pouring more wine for both of us.

She shifted from her side to her stomach. “Really?”

“Yes, really. I mean…what is our standard type?”

“Umm, curvy, sultry, seductive.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Not even close.”

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Really?”

“Nope,” I said with a shake of my head before I gulped down a sip of wine.

“Okay,” she said, her voice a little teasing, “so what is your type?”

I took another sip of wine, lifting a shoulder. “Sweet, genuine, simple beauty...like a girl who is beautiful, but she doesn’t act like she knows it.”

She bobbed her head. “Fair enough. So, we’ve both learned something then.”

“Do you really think men only fall for seductive women?”

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