Page 117 of The Manny

“I guess.” He met my gaze. “So, what should we do after we eat? How about we go to a club?”

My insides literally crawled at that idea. “I… uh… I don’t think so.”

He frowned. “No?”

I held his surprised gaze. “Er… I have to work tomorrow.”

“Still, it’s not like you can’t stay out a little late, right?”

I wasn’t sure why he’d want to hang out with me more. He had to feel the same tension I felt, right? We were bickering about everything, and there was zero chemistry, at least on my part. “It’s probably best if we just have dinner and call it a night.”

His gaze flickered. “I don’t see why.”

“Really?” I gave a confused laugh. “You must notice we’re not a good match.”

“Since when?”

“Since the minute we met.”

His mouth hardened. “Look, I’m willing to overlook your job. I think it’s weird for a grown man to make a living babysitting, but if it makes you happy… that’s fine.”

I laughed gruffly. “I find your criticism of my job bizarre. You sell life insurance.”

“What’s your point?”

“It’s not like you’re the CEO of Nike.”

“I have a respectable job.”

“As do I.”

He twisted his lips, his brown eyes dark with resentment. “It’s because of my age, isn’t it?”

“What? No.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying. I’ve dated older guys.”

“When we first met, I could see the disappointment on your face.”

I frowned. “Dan, what you saw was surprise. You lied about your age. I’m not sure why you’d do that.”

“Like you were honest about everything in your profile?” he hissed.

“Uh… Of course I was honest. Why would I lie?”

“Because people are judgmental, superficial assholes.”

I laughed incredulously. “You mean like how you’re judging me about my job?”

“I wasn’t judging you.”

“You said you were willing to overlook my job. That implies there’s something wrong with what I do.”

“I stand by my opinion that it’s a weird job.”

“So then, you are judging me.”

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