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“You just said you won’t be good for a man for thirty-seven years, but you’re going to go date one? Lucky him.”
“I’m doing this for you.” But there was a little off-note to her voice. She wasn’t being entirely truthful.
He turned the coffee maker on and turned around, rested his hips against the counter, crossed his arms over his chest and studied her. “Am I supposed to pretend I didn’t hear the lie?”
Cadence lifted her chin higher into the air and mirrored him, crossing her own arms over her chest. “I just want to help you.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Still lying.”
“I do want to help you!” Well, there was the truth.
“You want to help me, aaaaand?”
She huffed a breath and shook her head. “You know what? Forget it. I hope Sasha breaks your stupid heart. Again! Later, loser,” she ground out as she headed for the door.
“I’ll go,” he called out. Yep, he understood fishing, and Cadence was a largemouth bass just there by the shore. Her real intentions were so damn tempting, so yep, he was throwing the bait out. “I’ll go on one condition.”
She turned slowly. “What condition?”
“You be honest, and tell me the entire reason you want to do this.”
She chewed the corner of her lip and refused to answer.
“Look, you already regurgitated all of your girl-feelings all over me this morning. You might as well just say it.”
Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, and with an eye-roll heavenward, she said, “My self-esteem could use a little pick-me-up.”
Truth.
Well that shocked the hell out of Kru. “You’ve never struck me as an insecure woman.”
“Well, I have a very good poker face, okay?”
She sounded angry, and he pursed his lips against a smile. Now they were getting somewhere. “Being around Lucas and Gunner has rocked you a bit, hasn’t it?”
She shrugged up one shoulder, her arms still crossed. “Maybe.”
“And you need to charm some men and remind yourself that you’re still desirable. Is that it?”
She swallowed hard. “I want to see if I’m even still interesting to a man.”
“You have great tits, a fat ass, sexy hair, and a pixie face. You’re probably wild in the bedroom. Why wouldn’t you be interesting to a man?”
Her face went completely blank. “I…” She blinked hard. “I…wait, you think I look good?”
“You know you look good. Stop fishing for compliments and answer my question.”
The sternness had left her face, and her eyes softened. “I don’t want to know if my shell is desirable. I want to know if my insides are.”
“I mean guts and bones and stuff aren’t the hottest thing—”
“You know what I mean!”
“Okay, okay,” he said, fighting a grin. “So you came in here with this big plan, but the gist of it is you need a wingman on Singles Night?”
“It’s also for your benefit, too.”
“Mmm,” he said noncommittally. Sasha probably wasn’t even hunting him. Thank God. “Okay, I’ll be your date to speed-dating night.”
