Page 24 of Perfect Enough
I finished tying off the hook on the fence and then started to pick up all our tools. For his part, Nathan continued leaning against the fence post and stared at the sky.
“Want to help, Nathan?” I asked.
He pushed off and quickly got to work, helping me gather everything into the ranch truck. We slid into the front seats and he turned to me. “Do you have a picture of her?”
I started the truck. “No.”
“You’re lying.”
“Nathan, can you just drop it?”
“I’m not going to drop it, so you might as well show me what she looks like.”
I laughed. “I honestly don’t have a picture of her. She’s never sent me one.”
When he didn’t say anything, I glanced over there at him. He looked dumbfounded.
“You can google her if you want.”
I’d never seen Nathan go for his phone so fast in my life. “What’s her full name?”
“Sophia Montgomery, from Stevensville.”
He typed it in, and I waited for him to say something about her father. But he clearly went straight to the images.
A low whistle came from his lips, then he turned the phone and asked, “Is this her?”
When I looked at the picture, I nearly slammed on the brakes. It was Sophia in a silver formal gown. “Where did that picture come from?” Pulling over, I threw the truck into Park and grabbed his phone. “It wasn’t there when I looked last week.”
I clicked on it, and Nathan craned his neck to see what I was reading.
“It was a gala for some arts program that was held last week.”
“She’s fucking hot as hell. I mean, look at her body in that dress. Those curves arehot.”
My eyes took in the vision on his phone. There were two pictures. One of Sophia alone and another with her standing among three other women. Sophia was wearing a shimmering silver gown that showcased her insanely beautiful body in all the right ways. She had curves—not at all like the other women in the picture with her, who were so thin they looked like sticks. The neckline of the dress wasn’t exactly modest, but it wasn’tover the top. Her hair was done in a braid that came around the side of her and draped over her shoulder. Loose tendrils fell on both sides of her face, giving her a messy yet elegant look.
“Did you know she was this hot?” Nathan asked.
Handing him back the phone, I put the truck in Drive and started back down the road. “I knew she was pretty, yes.”
“Dude, the article only has pictures of her alone or with other women. No date. You still have a chance!”
I shot him a questioning look. “A chance? And how do you know she didn’t have a date? Just because there isn’t a picture doesn’t mean anything.”
“Wait, does she have a boyfriend?” he asked.
“No, she doesn’t.”
“There you go,” he said, motioning out toward the windshield. At what, I had no idea. “You have a chance with her. Why don’t you ask her out?”
I sighed. “Nathan, you don’t know the whole story.”
“Fill me in then!”
I gripped the steering wheel. “Her father died not that long ago, suicide. And her boyfriend at the time cheated on her. Literally picked up a womanatthe funeral. She’s very…untrusting of men right now.”
“Damn, that really sucks.”