Page 46 of Perfect Enough
“I’ve never sat on a couch that was so comfortable.”
He smiled. “I can’t take the credit. My sister Rose picked it out. She pretty much picked out everything in this house.”
I glanced around. “She really did a beautiful job.”
“You’d like Rose. I’ll have to introduce you guys sometimes. She lives closer to Stevensville, and I think you’d get along great.”
“Really?” I replied, trying not to read into that too much. He could have simply meant it exactly as it sounded. That we’d get along as friends.“I’d like that,” I finally said after way too long of a pause.
“What do you want to watch?”
I shrugged. “It’s your house, you pick.”
“You’re the guest.”
“By force!” I said with a small laugh.
“Not by force at all. This is a great way to get to know each other even more. How much do you know about me after a month of texting?”
“I know a lot about you.”
He raised a brow. “Really? Tell me what you know.”
I settled in more and smiled. “First off, you’re a firefighter and a cowboy, a very sexy combination for any red-blooded single woman.”
That made him laugh, and his cheeks turned pink.
“You don’t like avocado, which is still really weird.”
“Why is that so weird?”
“Because I love it.”
He winked, and my stomach flipped.
“You haven’t dated anyone seriously in about eight months, which is also weird.”
“Why?” he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching with a hidden smile.
“You’re hot.”My cheeks instantly grew hot and I slammed my eyes shut. “I’m so sorry; I didnotmean to say that out loud.”
He bumped my knee. “You’re hot, too, Soph. It’s okay.”
I opened my eyes and pressed my lips together, trying not to preen under his compliment. I drew in a breath and said, “Imeantto say, you’re kind and a gentleman, which is rare these days.Reallyrare. Trust me, I know.”
“That’s kind of you to say.”
“It’s true.” I studied the ceiling and tapped a finger on my chin. “You come from a large family. You love horses and bulls, but your true passion, I think, is being a firefighter. The way you talk about it, even through texts, shows how passionate you are about it.”
He grinned but didn’t say anything.
“You kick ass at Putt-Putt golf.”
That made him laugh, and I couldn’t help it; I joined in.
“Okay, so you know a little bit about me. You haven’t told me very much about you. Besides you love to ride horses, you hate the color purple, you love Italian food, and your mother is trying to control your life.”
My smile faded as I looked down at my glass of wine. “You can probably deduce I haven’t had much luck with men. The one man I loved the most didn’t love me enough to stick around.”