Page 60 of Love You
“I mean physically attractive.”
He didn’t know what other kind there was but no one could ever accuse him of not being shallow. “Yes.”
She huffed out a breath. “But you find every woman attractive.”
“Hell no, I don’t. Rita Tucker, not attractive. That chick at the Shell station . . . what’s her name? . . . the one with the mustache. Not attractive. I can list some more but I’d rather get lunch.”
“I don’t have time to eat.”
“Yes, you do.”
He told Siri or whatever her name was to call TJ on the Bluetooth and got voice mail. “Why aren’t you eating at your desk? The house was freaking awesome. Darcy’s with me, we’re getting lunch. See ya later.”
“You can’t do that.” Darcy pointed at his phone.
“I just did.” He pulled into a diagonal parking space in front of the Morning Glory. “This okay?”
“Since when do I get a say?”
“You’re right,” he said. “Never.”
He started to get out of the Jeep when she said, “You don’t think I’m fat?”
Where was all this shit coming from? Frankly, the women he consorted with didn’t ask bizarre questions like this.
“No,” he said. “But to be totally sure I’d need to see you naked.” He didn’t wait for her to slap him, just walked to the diner and held open the door.
Ricki, another woman he didn’t find attractive—not because she wasn’t but because she hated his guts—sat them in a corner booth.
“This isn’t my section,” she said, and looked directly at Win. “You’re welcome.”
“I think she’s the only female on the planet who isn’t in love with you.” Darcy opened her menu.
“What about you?” Win stuck his between the salt-and-pepper shakers.
She looked up. “That would be suicide.”
“That’s kind of a crappy thing to say.” He’d heard it enough times before but it still stung. Basically, women didn’t think he was a good bet. Given his history, they were right. “Then why’d you want to know if I thought you were attractive?”
Her face went pomegranate red like it used to when he’d first met her. She stammered, “Uh, I just wondered how the opposite sex viewed me is all.”
He stared her down because that sounded like a load of hooey to him. Win figured under his cool hard gaze he could squirm her into telling the truth.
She cracked. “Since my split with Lewis . . . well, uh, I haven’t been asked out on any dates.”
He started to tell her that’s because she didn’t put herself out there but decided why should he help her snag a man? It’s not like she’d helped him snag a house.It needs a lot of work. Besides, he didn’t want her to snag a man. Because . . . ah, fuck.
“You’re hot so that’s not the problem,” he said. “So maybe we have to look at your personality.”
“I’m hot?” She asked it as if he was trying to play her, which pissed him off because the one thing he wasn’t was a liar. Or at least not in this case.
“Don’t believe me?” he said. “Look in a goddamn mirror.”
Chapter Fourteen
Darcy didn’t know what made her do it but right after work, she grabbed her purse and drove to Win’s apartment. He’d said he was coming home after lunch so she assumed he was here. She scanned the street for his Jeep but didn’t see it.
That doesn’t mean anything,she told herself. Maybe he’d walked home from GA or parked his car in one of the junky garages in his apartment complex, though she doubted either of those possibilities. She forced herself to get out of the car and knock on his door anyway.
