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What the hell? “No,” I nearly yell.
She turns her head to look at me. “Seriously, do you see kids in your future?”
Stepping back a bit, I run my hand through my hair. “No.”
“Me either,” she whispers, and turns away from the picture. “Let’s eat.” She’s confusing as hell.
As we eat, I feel like the air around us is thickening. Both of us wanting to say something, but neither will. She won’t make eye contact. Pieces of her hair have fallen out of her bun, hanging carelessly around her face. She’s got a little grease smudge on her cheek, which damn, is sexy as hell. The longer I watch her, the more I want to know what she’s thinking. And why she won’t just say.
“Eva, just say it,” I blurt out.
She lifts those golden eyes, searching mine. “Say what?”
“Whatever the hell it is that you’re sitting there thinking so hard about.”
“I’m thinking about work,” she says, lifting her shoulders.
“Oh well good.” She smiles and I continue. “At least I know you’re a horrible fucking liar.”
She laughs, and a little of the thickening around us disappears. “Asshole. Fine, I was wondering why you don’t see kids in your future.”
“You don’t want them either, so why does it matter,” I say, finishing off my sub.
“I never said that. I just said I didn’t see them in my future,” she explains, taking a sip of her water.
“Eva, look. You’re my friend. My best friend since Asher got neutered. You know I don’t want a relationship, why the hell would I want kids?”
“Yeah I guess I get that,” she says. “Until you meet the right woman.” Giving me a wink, she gets up to throw away her garbage.
“Oh, and why don’t you tell me who that would be?” I ask, laughing.
She moves to me, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “You’ll know,” she says in the most sexy, seductive voice I’ve ever heard.
Turning my head, I’m so close to her. Her lips are a whisper away from mine. Those telling eyes are searching mine. The air in my lungs is sucked out momentarily. “Eva?”
“What?” she whispers.
“Back up,” I say, needing this feeling to go away.
I can see it, that fucking hurt in her eyes. What the hell does she want from me? She deserves better than me fucking her and never talking to her again. But that’s all she’d get from me.
“Let’s finish up the water pump,” she says, walking out of the back room.
Standing up, I kick the gray metal chair across the room. “Fuck,” I yell, punching the wall as I walk out.
**
“Don’t you need to put new gaskets on?” she asks.
“You really do know your shit. It’s very impressive,” I say.
“I’m nothing if not impressive,” she says.
Smiling up at her, I wink. “We have a lot in common.”
“Yeah we do.”
“Hand me that wrench,” I say.
