Page 43 of An Irish Kiss
“I’d rather talk about other things with you.”
Her heart pitter-pattered.“Like what?”
“Like what kind of music you like to listen to.”
She blinked.“Why?”
“Because I want to get to know you.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know, but I feel this sense of connection, and I know that some of what I’ve done has probably not made you feel the same way, but I’d still like to get to know you more.”
He’d felt that sense of connection too?
“I’d like to be friends.”
Oh.Friends.Her stomach twisted with disappointment.She hauled her gaze away to look out at the view.
“Or maybe one day more than friends.”
Her eyes swung back to his.“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying, no, asking really, who are some of your favourite musicians?I think knowing this helps you know if there is a real sense of compatibility or not.”
Compatibility?He seemed to be leaping ahead of where she thought this was at.“Well, in that case, it may surprise you to learn that I quite like U2 too.”
“You like me?”
“I like U2.”
He laughed, the sound warm and comforting, like brown sugar on porridge in the morning.
Then she heard what she’d said.“I think for a man who nearly floated away to Greenland that you should be a little more careful in what you say.”
“I think for a woman who rescued a man who almost floated away to Greenland that you should be a little more forgiving.”
“I’m very forgiving, thank you.”
He smiled.“So, favourite song of theirs.Don’t think, just say.”
“Beautiful Day.”
He nodded.“This may surprise you, but mine is a little older than that.”
“Let me guess: I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.”
“You haven’t?”
Oh, she actually might have.And he might be the man with floppy brown hair and the kind of blue eyes that should be illegal who was sitting in front of her.
“But you’re actually right,” he admitted.
She smirked.
“Except I think I have.”
“Have what?”
