Page 87 of It's Not PMS, It's You
When had they moved over there? Was I so transfixed by Nick that I hadn’t even noticed they weren’t next to us anymore? Was there a moment when I had blacked-out?
Nick cleared his throat. “I really can’t remember what I was talking about . . .”
That makes two of us.
“Anyway, I love dogs and haven’t had one in such a long time,” he added. “Karma’s owners seemed to like the idea and said they would call me later to let me know. Well, we should get back to work. I really would like to finish most of the gazebo today. Are you okay if we work late?”
“As long as you take breaks every now and then, I have no problem with that.”
“Great.” Nick clapped his hands one time. “Brandon! Let’s get back to work.”
“Of course.” Brandon turned to Dee. “Talk to you later.”
She smiled. “You have my number.”
I pointed to the roof panel on the ground. “I’ll let you get back then.”
“Sounds good,” Nick said.
We walked back to the house, acutely aware that the guys were watching us.
After closing the screen door behind me, I walked toward my office.
Dee trailed right behind me.
I sat in my chair and swiveled around to face her as she sat down across the desk from me.
Both of us were quiet.
She stared at me.
I stared right back.
We were trying to read each other’s minds, I suspected.
I had no doubts we were thinking about two particular men who were currently working in my backyard, but I had to ask. “What’s with that big grin on your face?”
Her grin got wider, then she glanced out to the backyard. “I’m going to marry that man.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “Oh, come on. They only say that in the movies.”
“I’m serious. I feel it. And before you even mention it, it’s not lust. It’s the weirdest thing, but when we look at each other, it’s like we’re talking without the words. It’s like we understand each other, without having been on a single date. I believe love at first sight exists. I know it sounds crazy, but I feel relaxed and at peace with Brandon when I see him, almost as if I’ve had a glass of wine.”
I nodded, pretty sure it was the same feeling I felt when I sat in front of the fountain listening to the water with my eyes closed. Also, the same feeling when Nick fed me the sushi at the restaurant. How could someone feeding me sushi be so euphoric?
Still, there was a difference; I didn’t think I was going to marry the man.
There were just a few moments where I got the feeling that Nick wasn’t such a bad guy after all.
I wanted to be friends with him.
I glanced through the screen doors as Nick and Brandon lifted one of the pieces of the gazebo roof over their heads to attach it.
Dee smiled. “Andyouhave the hots for Nick.”
“I do not. I admit that he’s a fascinating man and—”
“Hot.”
