Page 16 of The Backup Bride Proposal

“I didn’t say that. But you’re not the meet-’em-and-bed-’em kind of woman.”

She was still insulted. “And why not?”

“Now I’m confused. And I’d really like to eat this pizza because it smells good. Why don’t you come inside and we can argue some more.”

He didn’t wait, just turned and went up the steps to his trailer, opened the door and left it open.

If she was smart, she’d walk away. Actually, she was very smart. Smart enough to know nothing was going to happen between them. But she was invigorated by the conversation and nowhere near ready to go to bed, so she might as well.

She headed up the steps and found him sitting at the table shoving pizza into his mouth.

“Drinks are in the fridge,” he said. “Help yourself.”

This place was set up. Full fridge, a kitchen, comfy couches and everything. There was a closed door at the far end of the trailer that she assumed was a bedroom.

She’d wager that bedroom was something, too.

She opened the fridge, her eyes widening at all the water and juice and fruit. Glancing his way, she asked, “Health nut?”

He grinned, his mouth full of pizza. After he swallowed he said, “I eat healthy seventy percent of the time.”

“And the other thirty percent?”

He held up a slice of pizza. She couldn’t help but smile. She grabbed a bottle of water and went to sit at the table with him.

After he finished off the pizza, he wiped his hands with a napkin and took several swallows of water. “How was the date?”

“Oh, well. It was…uneventful.”

“Sorry.”

She shrugged. “I’m not looking for a relationship. Or love. Or anything, really. Just some occasional fun.”

He leaned back in his chair and studied her.

“What?”

“Someone burned you.”

“No, they didn’t.”

“Yeah, they did. Most of us are out there looking for that connection, ya know? That one person we click with. So when you say you’re only out for fun, that leads me to believe you’re afraid of commitment.”

Oh, he thought he knew her after five minutes? The hell he did. “Maybe it’s because I never want a relationship. Did that ever occur to you?”

“No, not really. So what’s the real story? Some guy broke your heart?”

Damn him. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well, whoever this jackass is, I’m sure he’s regretting letting someone like you slip away.”

“Oh, you’re smooth. Does that usually work with the ladies?”

His lips curved. “Usually.”

She rolled her eyes, finished her water and stood. “Toobad it won’t work on me. Thanks for the scintillating conversation, but I need to get to bed.”

“Sure.” He walked with her to the door. “Study your lines since we’re doing a scene through dialogue tomorrow.”

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