Page 68 of Love Undiscovered
Chapter 18
Remi
I take a few more bites of my lunch, completely regretting that I’ve shared so much with him about myself. I should have made something up. He’s going to think I’m a fucking nut case. Who thinks about shit like that without being crazy? It makes me feel anxious to admit my thoughts on jumping and falling to people. The only people I’ve ever talked about it with are Kat and Lexie. And even Kat said I was a nut job for thinking that.
So, no more opening up to Chance Bauer.
This is a bet. Nothing more.
Something I keep forgetting when I’m face to face with him. The man must have the patience of a saint to put up with me. Because I know I’ve been a bitch. Part of me thinks he likes it, because he keeps coming back for more.
Just don’t push your luck, Remi.
“Did you like the food?” I ask, noticing he’s already finished.
“It was fantastic.”
“I’m glad,” I grin. “So, hey, what about you? What’s something you’ve been dying to try but have never done?” He gets a huge smile on his face and I feel the need to remind him. “Not something sexual.”
The smile dies, but the twinkle in his eyes is still there. He does have the most beautiful eyes, so expressive and clear.
“Hockey,” he says.
“Hockey? Like the game?”
“Thesport, yes. I’ve always wanted to play hockey. But I don’t know how to ice skate.”
“I can ice skate,” I say.
“You grew up in California, how can you ice skate?”
“There are ice rinks here, you know.”
“Is that how you learned?” he asks.
“Well, no. I learned by spending the winters in Philadelphia.”
“Why were you in Philadelphia for the winter?” he asks. I’m already regretting opening this topic of conversation.
“Winters. Plural. It’s where I went to school.”
“You went to college here, same as me. First time we met, remember?”
“Grade school.”
“Your parents moved to Philly so you could go to grade school?”
“They didn’t move. And high school.”
“Okay, you’re going to have to explain this one, I know I’m the simpleton and all, but there’s something that’s not connecting here for me.”
I don’t want to tell him the whole story. Not now. And maybe not ever. But he’s right, what I’m telling him now doesn’t make sense.
“Shall we start walking back and I’ll explain?”
“Sure.” He throws forty dollars on the table, which I know is way too much, grabs my hand and we are out the door. Saying thank you and goodbye to Adamo on the way.
“So, Philly, huh? You an Eagles fan?”
