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He dropped his chin and ruffled through his hair. "Look, I'm sorry I walked off the other day. I was so mad that I needed to go before I did something stupid. Bruno lied to me. You have to believe I visited you at the hospital. It blows my mind that you'd believe I wouldn't have showed up."
"Bruno told me what he said to you. I'm sorry. He meant well, but he didn't make a good choice. I wanted you there. I needed to understand what happened and…" I couldn't look at him. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."
His gaze roamed over my face as if trying to memorize details instead of having a serious conversation, which was distracting and somewhat turning me on. Hell, this man giving me anI'm-interestedlook would turn me on.
Seth said, "He was worried I'm no good for you. He's right that my job will always put you at risk."
"Me driving my car up the interstate puts me at risk. Why are we up here, Seth? Are you about donethinking about it? Do you need closure?" My stomach cramped at the thought of us saying good-bye for sure.
He glanced over the rail down to his date. "She is nice. She's predictable. Disciplined. Pretty. She can cook. She'd make a good wife."
My stomach plummeted. I should be happy for him, but I couldn't voice a hint of agreement.
His gaze drifted back to me. He took a step my way. "I don't think she'd jump in front of a gun for me."
"There's a short list of women who'd do that kind of stupid stunt for a man." I smirked.
"I had a lot to think about after I saw you the other day. Honestly, I'd moved on—or at least I was working on it. Looks like you were too."
"That's the kind of woman you should be dating." I nodded toward his date. "The kind who has her shit together and isn't a mess."
"I might be able to learn to like her, but I already settled once. She's not who I want."
"She's not?" I squeaked out.
"I'm donethinking about it.I'd like that date, Joley."
"When?"
"How about tonight? Does that work for you, or is it too soon?"
"We're on dates already. You can't walk out on someoneniceto go on another date."
"You're right. I wouldn't do that to her. I wasn't planning to push her for a sleepover or anything."
That made it sound like two eight-year-olds having a sleepover to play video games.
I nibbled on my lower lip. "Do you think you can wrap your current date up by 9 tonight?"
"For you I'd wrap it right now," he purred out as he moved closer.
"Seth Briscoe. Did you just make an innuendo?"
"Might just have."
"Are you suggesting public bathroom sex?"
He jerked his head back. "No."
A deep belly laugh erupted out of me.
He leaned in to say into my ear, "Meet me at the 7-Eleven at 10:30."
"Taking me to your pre-hookup spot?"
He slowly grinned. "Ourpre-hookup spot."
ChapterForty
