Page 66 of The Attraction File

Edgar relaxed back in his seat with his head turned toward me. His hand drifted to his chest as he unbuttoned two buttons from his light blue dress shirt to get comfortable for the long ride. My eyes couldn’t help but drift to the small tuft of blond hair peeking out from his chest.

“The book. What are you reading?” he asked.

“Oh, just a romance. Nothing you would be interested in.”

I turned back to the book about the data analyst and her hero, the famous action star.

“Oh, so since I’m a man I wouldn’t be interested in romance? That’s very sexist of you, Evaleen.”

I frowned and put down my book. “I’m sorry, Edgar. I didn’t realize you liked romance. Most men I have come in contact with don’t like it. In fact, there are a lot of people out there who don’t even consider romance ‘real writing’ and only call it ‘mommy porn.’”

He nodded his head and sighed. “They’re just ignorant. I bet every one of those people who slammed it has never read a romance in their life. It’s easy to judge what you don’t know.”

I was surprised by Edgar’s revelation. In my head, I thought of him more of a thriller reader, but I guess that was me judging him again.

“What authors do you like?” I was curious if he was only saying that to me to flirt again or if he really did read romance. If he could only name one or two famous authors I would know he was lying. Most people knew at least one famous romance author, but a true fan could name dozens, if not hundreds.

His eyes widened with what I could only guess was fear. Fear that I caught him in his flirting lie.

“Well?” I couldn’t help but smirk. Something about having the upper hand on him made me giddy. I was terrible.

Then to my utter surprise, he started naming at least ten different romance authors. Some of them weren’t even bestsellers. Mostly he named books as he couldn’t remember the authors.

But it was the last book he named that caused my ears to burn.

“I picked up a book the end of last year and loved it. It’s called When a Laird Comes Calling. I can’t remember the author’s name, but I ended up reading a lot more of her books. Have you heard of the book?”

I swallowed but nodded. “Yeah, I’ve heard of it.”

“Oh, do you know who the author is?”

I took a deep breath and steeled myself for my reply, “Yeah, it’s me.”

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