“On this first date, I eat ice cream. What do you do on a first date?”
“Dunno. I don’t date. I’m just making this up as I go.”
“You’ve never dated?”
He studies me for a second. It’s a weird pause in conversation.Gah!I wish I could read his mind.
“I have not,” he says with confidence. “Does that make you feel special?”
“You’re twenty-five, and you’veneverdated? Never had a girlfriend? Never …” I stop myself from digging, sounding too desperate to know him.
His head jerks backward. “Never what? I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“I wasn’t.” I nod to my ride in the approaching black SUV.
Flynn hooks up with girls, and he’s probably a walking STD. Good to know.
“Not even a kiss on the cheek?” he asks.
I chuckle and shake my head, stepping closer to the curb. “Sorry.”
“What about tomorrow? Is it too early for a second date?”
“I think one is enough.” I risk a quick glance at him.
“What? No. What did I do wrong? Is it because I asked about your scar? I don’t give a shit. If anything, it makes you look more beautiful. Special. Not like every other boring girl who never passes up an opportunity to stare at her own reflection and thinks she’s perfect.”
My ride stops at the curb, and I step toward it, turning just before opening the door. “If you don’t date, then why me?”
He narrows his eyes as if he doesn’t understand the question.
“Flynn, you have to be quicker than that,” I say, opening the door.
“Is it really my fault that you leave me speechless?”
I stop and listen, but I don’t look at him.
“Do you think I like feeling weak and fumbling my words? Do you think I want to lose sleep tonight, thinking about you? Do you think a guy who doesn’t date, wants to learn the rules to a game I clearly have never wanted to play?”
“You haven’t answered my question.” I climb into the back seat and shut the door.
Smack!
I jump when Flynn’s palm slaps the window. “It’s just a feeling,” he says, his words muffled on the other side of the window. “And that says a lot coming from me because I shut off my feelings years ago.”
“Want me to wait?” my driver asks.
I stare at Flynn, and my lips twitch, fighting a grin. “No,” I say. Pressing my hand over my heart, I close my eyes. If he’s not the boy my father warned me about my whole life, he might just be the reason I moved to Minneapolis. A fresh start. Endless possibilities.
Chapter Five
Flynn
“Last nightyou said you had to be at work by six this morning,” Naomi says, turning on the kitchen light because she’s pure evil.
I lift my head and squint, reaching for my phone. It’s dead, so I pull on the cord, but it’s not plugged in. “What time is it?” I mumble.
“Six fifteen.”
