Page 20 of The Problem with Dating
“Golf?” he exclaimed incredulously. “You’re telling me you watch golf over baseball?”
“What’s wrong with golf?” I asked. I mean, it was a respectable sport.
Nathan’s brows shot up. “Nothing, except that it’s the most boring sport ever,” he replied. “Who in the hell watches golf? And over baseball, no less?”
“Uh, thousands of people all over the world, would be my guess,” I retorted.
“They literally just stand there and swing a club,” he kept going, and I couldn’t help it.
I crossed my arms over my chest and deadpanned him. “Oh, really?”
His eyes, so much like Gideon’s, narrowed. “We don’t just stand there and swing a bat,” he argued. “We run, and catch, and slide, and pitch, and get into fights, and all kinds of stuff.” He actually harrumphed at me. “When was the last time you saw a golf brawl?”
“Well, my ex-husband used to-”
“I’m sorry, you’re what?” Gideon asked in a voice that probably made most people run for over.
“Uh, yeah…so…” Nathan mumbled. “…uh, I think I’ll go check out that bathroom that needs fixing.” I watched as the man damn near ran to the back of the house, leaving me alone with Gideon.
Gideon walked over and stood in front of me, arms crossed and a scowl on his face, waiting for more details. “Well?”
“Well, what?” I bit out. “I’m thirty-two, you know. I had a life before I moved here.”
“Uh huh,” he commented dryly.
“It’s not a big deal,” I muttered, not sure why I was feeling a tiny bit guilty about it.
“How long were you married?”
“Not long.”
“How long since your divorce?”
“About three years ago.”
“And why did you get divorced?”
I glared up at him. It wasn’t that I was ashamed of what I’d been through, but I wasn’t about to divulge the deepest parts of me to a man I wasn’t even sure I liked-sexual attraction aside-while his brother was tearing up my bathroom floor.
“None of your business,” I replied coolly. “As was none of the other answers I have so graciously given you.”
“Do you still love him?” he asked, completely dismissing those things called boundaries.
“I wouldn’t have divorced him if I did,” I replied dryly.
“People get divorced for all kinds of reasons besides falling out of love,” he pointed out.
“No,” I answered. “I don’t still love him.”
He stared at me a long minute before saying, “We’re going to talk about this later, Echo.”
My brows shot up. “About how it’s none of your business?” He just eyes me before walking back to where he’d laid his stuff.
I stood there as he picked up his bag of tools and headed back towards the master suite, and I didn’t know what to make of what was happening between me and Gideon Hayes. There was no doubt something was happening, but I wasn’t sure what. I knew he wanted to make amends, but every now and again, he overstepped, and I found myself wondering why.
And, Jesus Christ, was Nathan Hayes really in my bathroom tearing up floorboards?
I headed back towards the bedroom, and yep, Nathan Hayes was on his knees, and he was already cracking the tile on the floor.
