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I shrugged. “It’d have to be someone who didn’t take themselves too seriously. Someone fun. She seems... as real as someone can seem when you don’t know them in real life.”
Sophie pursed her lips. “I can see that.”
“Same question,” I said, nudging her with my elbow. “Who’s your famous dream date?”
“Charles Leclerc,” she said, without even pausing.
“Who the hell is that?” I asked, picturing some period piece dramatic actor.
“Formula One driver. French, maybe. Hot.”
“Ishefun?” I asked, for some reason amused by her definitive answer.
“He is in my head,” she said cheekily, giving me a half grin that was becoming familiar. She was a huge smart-ass and I really liked it. I really likedher, honestly.
“Number twenty, you perv.” I tossed a box of cookies into the cart. “If you could only watch one professional sport for the rest of your life, what would it be?”
“Football.” She rolled her eyes. “Duh.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Same.”
“Number twenty for you.” Sophie tucked her hair behind her ears and asked, “Hooters or Twin Peaks?”
She was ridiculous. “Are those places even still in business?”
“No idea,” she said, “but let’s pretend they are for this question.”
“Okay, well, I’m pretty sure this is a trap,” I said, laughing because there was no doubt in my mind what her opinion would be on those establishments. “But I can’t answer because I’ve never been.”
She gave me side-eye like she didn’t believe me. “Really.”
“Seriously,” I said, laughing again because she looked so suspicious. “I like to keep my food and my body-part ogling completely separate experiences.”
That made her laugh. “So classy.”
“Yes, I am, thank you.” I realized we’d hit every aisle, a few more than once, but I still wasn’t in a rush to leave. “Okay, here’s your twenty-one. Will you be my objectress for the wedding?”
Her mouth stretched all the way up, into a wide, happy smile. Her eyes were crinkled at the corners as she said, “Oh, Isowill.”
It was settled, and things seemed fine as we loaded the car and rode home, but the electricity flared right back up when she dropped me off. We’d just finished transferring the groceries from her trunk to the back of my truck when she looked up at me and said, “Well this was kind of fun, Parks.”
“It was, wasn’t it?”
She nodded, and I saw her eyes wander to my mouth for a brief second.
Which made mine follow suit.God, I love her red lipstick.
“Are you thinking about the almost kiss, too?” she asked, her voice quiet in the darkness.
That shocked the hell out of me, the playful expression on her face and the fact that she was bringing it up at all. The only thing I could say was, “That isexactlywhat I’m thinking about.”
“What was with that?” she asked, leaning against the side ofmy truck. “One second we were taking a selfie and the next... boom, chemistry.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes from her gaze as I repeated, “Boom, chemistry.”
“What’s kind of great is since we’re both nonbelievers who aren’t looking for love,” she said, her words soft, “the chemistry is just that. Chemistry. It’s not a precursor to a relationship or some sort of expectation to be met. It’s just... chemistry, pure and simple.”
“Chemistry,” I repeated, lowering my head.
