Page 52 of The Opposite of Romance
“This is soooo good,” I moan as the cheesy goodness stretches from my mouth to the sandwich in my hands.
Logan’s face pulls into an attractive smile, so I don’t dwell on the fact that I’m speaking with my mouth full.
“Told you.” He dips his sandwich into hot tomato soup.
“You weren’t lying.” The soup is hearty and seasoned just right, while the sandwich is grilled to perfection.
“So, tell me about those hungry dates you had.”
“Well, the first one was the billionaire age gap.”
“You went out with a billionaire?” His eyes bulge out.
“Not exactly. But Sandy convinced me that a multimillionaire is close enough.” I shrug and take another bite of my sandwich.
Logan nods and I continue the story of the horrible dates. He’s equal parts shocked and entertained by what I’m saying, and at one point he almost inhales the soda he’s drinking.
“That’s insane.” He chuckles, wiping his face. “It sounds like something from a book.”
“Honestly, the only silver lining I see is the fact I can use it for my future books.”
“Should you put them in dedications or something?”
“Yeah, I think you’re right. ‘To the worst dates of my life,’ it will say.”
He laughs again, and I join in, savoring the comfort and ease of our conversation.
The server brings us the bill, and I take out my card to pay for it. He’s quicker, moving my hand away and slipping his card.
“Come on, you’re the one who saved my life tonight. The least you could have done was let me pay for this,” I say.
“No way. Now, at least one of your dates made sure you ate.” He winks, and I feel my cheeks fill with heat.
I know this isn’t a date. But when he says it like that, it almost feels like it is.
We ride home in comfortable silence. My brain’s too full to fill it with small talk. After the disastrous dates I’ve had, this little outing seems like a breath of fresh air. I haven’t had a drop ofalcohol. I was cranky and disappointed by my date with Jaxon. Also terrified. And I had the time of my life with the guy who’s building my deck.
A too young, too unserious, flirty guy, who is also my employee.
Just my luck.
As he parks in front of my house, the butterflies in my stomach start up again.If he considers this a date, will he try to kiss me?
My hands grow clammy, so I wipe them on my jeans before reaching my hand out to Logan.
His gaze catches on it, his eyes widening slightly. His mouth hooks in a smirk before he wets his lips with his tongue. Finally, he slips his warm hand into mine.
“Well, thanks for dinner. See you next week.” I shake his hand like we arranged a merger of two companies and jump out of the car, rushing to get to my front door.
I don’t dare look back. Instead, I slam the door of my house closed and lean on it.
What the hell was that? A handshake?I don’t think we’ve shook hands since the first day we met.
But tonight messed with my head. Between the adrenaline from thinking I might get killed and all the painkillers I’ve taken today, I’m probably not in the right state of mind.
Yeah, that must be it.
Chapter Twenty
