Page 60 of Just One Fake Date

“An excellent thing,” Tyler acknowledged which was unexpected.

Shannyn turned to study him. He looked resolute again. “Don’t you want kids?”

“Not anytime soon.”

“Why not?”

“I like getting a good night’s sleep. When I called Derek the other night, Ethan was screaming the house down.” He shuddered and she smiled.

“Will you sell the car when you do?” She leaned over to look at the odometer. “It might have a hundred miles on it by then. Wouldn’t that adversely affect its resale value?”

She got one of those cutting looks for her comment. “You don’t have to start a fight. All you had to say was ‘yes, Tyler, I like the car.’”

“But that wouldn’t be true. I don’t like it.”

“Why not?”

“It’s attractive but useless.” Shannyn pursed her lips. “I’ve known people like that, actually.”

If Tyler thought he might be included in that count, he hid it well. “Everybody loves this car.”

“Not me.”

“Why am I not surprised that you’re the exception?” he muttered under his breath. “Okay, if you had a car, what kind of car would it be?”

“Oh, I’d have a truck. Or a van. Something big with lots of capacity. And big tires. A vehicle for getting stuff done.”

“I never would have imagined you needed that many groceries.”

Shannyn laughed. “Point to you,” she said and he started to smile again. Her heart skipped, a sure sign of trouble ahead. How was she going to get through an afternoon with this man and dinner without another round of sport sex? “Not groceries,” she said, because she had no plan. “Stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

They were stuck in an intersection, inching forward, and almost through it. Shannyn was looking around, hoping to evade his question, when she spotted the exact kind of stuff she meant. It was on the curb, half a block down, on the side street. She had only a glimpse before the traffic broke and they surged forward. She twisted in the seat, trying to get another look.

Had she really seen a perfect teak armchair put out for the trash?

What a find it would be!

They were stuck in traffic again and Tyler was gripping the wheel, his impatience clear.

“Can you turn back?” she asked.

“Why? Did you forget something at the club?”

“No, I just saw something down that street and want a better look.” She craned her neck, trying to see out the back window, but the angle was all wrong.

“Someone hurt?”

“No. Something put out for the trash.”

Tyler blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Can you go around the block already?” she demanded with agitation. “Someone is going to grab it.”

“You want me to go back so you can see trash.” He spoke as if her words made no sense.

“Yes! One man’s trash is another woman’s treasure. Turn here, please. You can go around the block.”

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