Page 20 of Forever Enough
“When I turned and saw you last night, the first thing I thought was, ‘Please let him be single.’”
I smiled.
“Talk about wonderstruck,” she added with a giggle. Her smile faded as she slowly shook her head. “I don’t know if it’s your eyes or the dimples.”
“Ahh, the dimples,” I said with a nod of my head. “My mother used to tell me the girls would love my dimples.”
“She was right.”
I raised a brow. “So, you love my dimples, huh?”
A wicked smile crossed her face. “For now, until I find something else to love. But you have heavy competition with Pickles, ya know.” Then her hand came up to her mouth as her eyes went wide. “I can’t believe I said that. I’m not a flirty person. I mean, I don’t even know how to flirt. I’m a terrible flirt…at least, I think I am, but—”
Laughing, I pressed my finger to her mouth, and she instantly stopped talking. “Like I said, enchanted.”
Slowly letting my finger slide down her lips, I watched as she licked them, then looked away.
“I’m starving. Ready for lunch?”
“Yes,” she said. “But am I dressed okay?”
“You’re perfect, Kenzie.” I wasn’t sure if I was talking about the clothes or her.
Her cheeks blushed, and she turned to grab her coat and a small purse.
“You probably should grab your hat and gloves.”
“Right. I’ll get them.”
As she made her way to the bedroom, I glanced around the apartment. It had changed since the last time I was up here as a little boy. I couldn’t help but notice there was nothing personal, like family pictures anywhere. I walked farther into the room and saw that the apartment was spotless. My eyes caught on a Kindle sitting on the side table, along with a few books piled on top of one another.
“Got them. Ready?” Mackenzie said as she walked back out of what I knew was the bedroom.
Pointing to the books, I asked, “You like digital books or paperbacks, huh?”
“Both. I love the feel and smell of paperbacks, but being able to have a book instantly is also pretty darn amazing. I’ve loved reading since I was old enough to learn. Do you enjoy reading?”
“Yeah, I love reading.”
“Really? Fiction or nonfiction?”
“Both. They’re a good escape, especially when I’m out on the road and need to clear my head.”
“I would think you’d be busy all the time. With…things.”
My brow quirked up. “Things?”
She let out a nervous laugh and shrugged. “I don’t know. I overheard Michael once say something about bunny buckles and how women throw themselves at you. I mean, I don’t blame them. You’re young and good-looking.”
Smiling, I asked, “You think I’m good-looking?”
Mackenzie’s cheeks turned red. “You do have a mirror, right?”
It was my turn to blush. “They’re called buckle bunnies, and they were more common when I was riding on the smaller circuits.”
“Why do they call them that?”
“They chase after the cowboys who win and get the buckles.”