Talk about messed up.
I heard myself ask, "What happened with Victoria?"
"Victoria who?"
"Oh, please. You know who. That account executive you met last Friday. Did you see her in New York?"
"Yeah. I saw her."
I'd never been one to play games. "Then why'd you act like you didn't know who I meant?"
"Because I'm not thinking ofher."
"You're not?"
"Fuck no." He gave a low scoff. "I haven't thought of her all week."
"But you said you saw her."
"Yeah. For five minutes. I spent the rest of the week upstate working on a new acquisition."
No doubt, he meant a new property or facility. But thatwasn'twhat I wanted to talk about. "So, you weren't…" I wasn't quite sure how to put it. "…hanging out with her?"
"Hell no."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Why would I be?"
I cleared my throat. "Well, it just seemed like you were interested, that's all."
He gave me a look. "You sure about that?"
I gave it some thought. Actually, she seemed a lot more interested inhimthan he'd seemed inher. Cautiously, I said, "So, you didn't–"
"No."
"Why not?"
"You serious?"
I tried for a casual shrug. "Well, Iamcurious."
"Alright, you want a reason? I haven't wanted anyone in weeks."
"You haven't?"
It wasn't lost on me that the conversation had taken a decidedly personal turn. But there was no way I was changing course now – even if hehadn'tyet answered the question.
I tried again. More softly now, I asked, "Are you serious? That you haven't wanted anyone?"
"No."
I blinked. "So you'renotserious?"
"I've wantedoneperson."
Suddenly, I could hardly speak. "Really?"