“Including you? Two.”
He leans closer to me, his forearms resting on my thighs. “You were with him one time and then me? No one else?”
I nod, rendered speechless by his line of questioning.
Is this a big deal to guys?
“Fuck. I’m going to assume that you and Benjamin weren’t experimenting. How’d you manage?”
“I have an arsenal of battery-powered gadgets,” I slap a hand against my mouth in horror.
I did not just say that. That’s got to be the adrenaline, rendering my internal filter useless.
His eyes sparkle with amusement. “Show me?”
twenty-two
COMMANDMENT #23: THOU SHALT ASK FOR SEXUAL HISTORY UP FRONT
Nate
Kate immediately begins shaking her head. “Pass.”
I hide a smile. I never would’ve guessed that she’d only had one sexual encounter before me. She was so confident. “Okay, we’ll pass. Anything you want to ask me?”
She mulls it over. “How many women have you been with?”
I chew at my lip. “Including you?”
She nods.
“Two.”
She chokes on her sip of tea and ends up spitting most of it onto my shirt. “That can’t be right! That would mean you’ve only been with me and your ex-wife. You divorced three years ago, though. How?”
I wipe at my shirt with a shrug. “I went out some, but my job has kept me pretty busy. I just needed a break from women after the divorce—a chance to clear my head.”
“I’m sorry about your shirt. It just… surprised me. She really did a number on you, didn’t she?”
I get up to grab a dish towel from the kitchen, intentionally ignoring her question. Honestly, I’m not sure how to answer.
Did Jess fuck me over? Absolutely. There’s no denying it, but being with Kate these past few weeks has lessened the blow. I remember less and less from my first marriage the more I’m with her.
Kate softly taps me on the shoulder, and I turn around. “Who was your first celebrity crush?”
Ah… she’s going back to safer topics.
I think back to the late eighties/early nineties. “Hmm…first would probably have been Kelly Kapowski. I watched a lot ofSaved by the Bellback in the day. What about you?”
She nods. “Kelly Kapowski is a good choice. Who’s your second pick?”
“Nice try, Katy girl, but you still owe me your answer.”
She focuses on the cabinet behind me, avoiding eye contact. “Oh, um, it was Tommy Franks—the green Power Ranger.”
She’s embarrassed by it.
God, why does she have to look so adorable?