Slamming into the back of the couch, my hands move to cover my face. “This is unbelievable. I was just kidding when I said all that stuff—you had to know that.” With my eyes still cloaked in darkness, I can’t tell if John’s even paying attention. Then again, I know he has to be eating this up.
“Was she attractive?”
Throwing my hands down, I sit upright. “What?”
“You know, out of all your unique traits, being deaf isn’t one of them,” he smirks.
“John, be serious.”
“I am, man.” He leans forward, elbows resting on corduroy pants. “So, I’ll ask you again. Ready?”
“No.”
John snorts. “At least you’re honest.”
I don’t bother hiding the smile threatening to spread across my face. “Like you’d give me any other choice.”
“We just want you to be happy.”
Narrowing my eyes, I pin my best friend where he sits. “What do you mean?”
John shrugs. “Me. Rindy, Jo. And if some random woman happens to stumble into your life, that may not be the worst thing.”
I give a humorless laugh. “Sure, let’s just advertise everything about myself with the hopes of finding Nacho a mom.”
“They have that,” John nods. “It’s called online dating.”
“Well, I’m not doing that.”
“Why not? You know Rindy and Jo would have your profile up and running if you gave the word.”
Leaning back into the couch, I shake my head. “Yeah, I don’t really wanna know what they’d put on it.”
Rolling his lips inward, John nods. “You may be right about that one.”
I look him straight in the eye. “Besides, I’m pretty sure that’s how you meet serial killers.”
“Okay,” John throws both hands up, “you officially need to stop watching those true crimes documentaries. Doctor’s orders.”
Barking laughter fills the room. “Can’t man. Sorry.”
“So … ”
Exasperated, I ask, “We’re not going to do the ‘so’ thing again, are we?”
Leaning back into his chair, John crosses an ankle over his knee. “Did you find the woman attractive?”
The redhead barges into the forefront of my mind. Her flustered eyes and rosy cheeks that matched her auburn hair when I clearly surprised her in the reception area. She’s on the taller side for a woman, and she has the willowy frame to match, despite her curves. Chocolate doe eyes and soft, pink lips; everything about this woman was inviting. Even her crazy skirt somehow coated in glitter, boots that looked well past their expiration date and multi-colored nails screamed that all are welcome in her circle. Then, in my office when she held her ground, her ferocity was shocking.
And I hadn’t meant to be an ass, I was just surprised.
But was she attractive? There’s no question.
Just as my mouth opens to answer my friend, a determined knock raps on the door before Mrs. Lanahan pokes her overlycoiffed head inside. “I hate to interrupt your Tea for Two club, but Mrs. Collins just came out asking if she needs to reschedule.”
Cursing under my breath, I push up from the couch.
“This conversation isn’t over,” John calls from his chosen seat.
