He is about to take a shot. His eyes lose focus and he stands and looks at me. “Why him?”
I tilt my head at Nate. I don’t know if they’re reflective of the green felt of the pool table but right now his eyes are so piercing, and mesmerizing, I swear he can see right through me.
“Why was he worthy of a second date?” he asks.
I open my mouth to answer but close it for fear I’ll say something wrong. Why Brent? Because he’s emotionally available. Because he has the perfect career and a full head of hair and loves cats and classical music and is lukewarm to sports.
And most importantly, because the man I really want to be interested in me is with someone else.
“He checks all the boxes.” My voice is low.
His chest rises with a deep breath. His eyes stone cold and scorching hot all at once. He is so far away yet I swear I can feel his exhale on my skin.
With his eyes still on mine, Nate takes a step back from the table. “He has a lot of money. He can take care of you.”
I nod my head. “Yes.”
Nate takes a few steps, slow and steady, toward the corner of the table in my direction. His eyes curve in question yet their focus never leaving mine. “He was married. Probably ready to settle down again. Start a family.”
I nod again.
Even closer, he places his pool stick on the table. I have no idea what his mission is but it’s making my palms sweat and my breathing erratic.
“Did he tell you you’re beautiful?”
My breath hitches and I nod my head again. Nate is now just a few inches from me. His gaze hard and stern on mine.
“He’s an idiot. He should have told you you’re fucking gorgeous.” His words are mesmerizing but the tone he delivers them is rough, raw.
“That wasn’t a requirement. I don’t need a man to tell me I’m pretty.”
“I know what your boxes are. He is the perfect guy for you. That’s why I have to know,” Nate’s chest is now flush with mine, his forehead bows down to meet mine and I lose all air from my lungs. “Why are you here with me and not with him?”
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