Page 3 of Sinfully Mine

“Nope. None.”

“Why the hell not?” I asked, teasing her.

“Well, I’m picky.”

“No freckles or alien skin?”

She snorted. Too cute.

“I think I can handle freckles.”

“But no alien skin?”

“Nah. Too slimy. Besides, I don’t like the color green.”

“Damn. That’s sacrilegious.”

She giggled. “Why?”

“Because I think my veins have green and gold instead of red blood.”

Her deep laugh made me smile. “You’re a Green Bay fan?”

“My dad loved the Packers. I was born in Janesville.”

“Oh, wow. My family lives in Sparta.”

“Small world,” I agreed.

Fuck me. This woman was quickly becoming my definition of the perfect female.

“I do like the Packers, but I prefer online games to sitting on hard stadium seats.”

No shit. “They have booster seats now,” I announced, messing with her because I was certain she knew that already.

“Makes me feel like a toddler. My feet dangle like a little kid in a highchair.”

I couldn’t help chuckling at the image. “Okay. I don’t have an argument for that.”

We went back to the game, but after about fifteen minutes, she was quiet.

“Hey, Grace, you’re not sayin’ much. Tired?”

“No, well, maybe a little.” She sighed.

Uh-oh. “I think I missed something.”

“Do you have a wife, girlfriend, baby mama, or significant other?”

Aw, what a sweetheart. “Shit. I should have told you when I asked you that question. No, Grace. I don’t have anyone in my life I’d put into any of those categories.”

“Okay.” Her tone brightened. “Now I can flirt with you a little and not feel guilty about it.”

A loud guffaw tumbled from my lips. “Go right ahead. But, Grace?”

“Yeah, Skull Reaper?”

“I’ll definitely flirt back.”

---