Had I said something like that in front of the boys at my gym, they would’ve laughed and called me a pussy behind my back.
Never to my face, though. Nobody was that fucking stupid.
“You’re a sweet guy,” Juliet said, breaking the silence. “I’m really glad you asked me out.”
Well that was… unexpected. I cast a glance at her profile, trying to determine whether she really meant it or was just buttering me up. I couldn’t spot any evidence of a lie in the brief look at her face I got, but it was hard to say in the darkness of the car.
I had no choice but to hope she was being real. It’s not like she’d really given me a reason to be wary.
She’s not Sarah.
“You’ve got my sister-in-law to thank for that,” I muttered after Layla’s voice echoed in my mind. “But I’m glad as well.”
I could hear Juliet shifting on the leather, turning toward me as she said, “She seems… fun.”
A bark of laughter escaped and I shook my head. “Oh, man. I guess that’s one way to phrase it.”
“You don’t like her?”
“No, I do. I like her a lot and I guess she is fun. But she’s also a handful. Real good at pushing people into doing shit they’d rather not do.”
“So would you have rather not asked me out?”
“No!” I exclaimed, snapping my head to her and relaxing when I saw the teasing smile that graced her lips. “But uh… I would have preferred to do it on my terms.”
A beat passed before she asked, “Would you have asked if she didn’t push you to?”
“Probably not,” I admitted. “I’m not really into dating.”
“Bad break-up?”
“Putting it mildly,” I confirmed with a grunt before jerking my chin toward the windshield. “Do you have a preference for dinner?”
“Nope. As long as it’s not Edelman’s.”
“I think I can manage that.”