I smile and kiss the tip of his nose. “I don’t need groveling.”
“Oh no, she was very clear about the groveling, and I do not intend to piss her off further.” He is resolute. “She’s rather scary, your sister.”
“Yeah.” I smile fondly. “I love that about her.”
He brings our clasped palms to his lips and kisses the back of my hand. “So what do we do now?”
I hum. “I think maybe we just date like normal people who aren’t professional rivals or secretly plotting to take each other down.”
“Start over, then? What’s so funny?” he asks when I immediately start cracking up.
“Can you just imagine us on a first date? Talk about a disaster,” I say, wiping my eyes.
His brows knit. “Um, I’m feeling a little offended by how hard you’re laughing.”
I roll off him again and maneuver into a sitting position before sticking out my hand. “Hi, I’m Cassidy Sutton.”
He eyes me quizzically but plays along. “Jack Bradford.”
“So what do you do, Jack?”
He starts to speak, then stops, sheepish. “I’m actually between jobs at the moment.”
I feign surprise. “Wow, what a coincidence. Me too! You think maybe one of us should be gainfully employed?”
“I do have a small nest egg,” he says modestly. “And some ideas about my next move.”
“Phew.” I mock-wipe my brow. “So you can float me for a while as I write my book, then?”
He grins, getting into it now. “Sounds perfect, I’ve always secretly dreamed of being a househusband anyway. Speaking of kids, I hope you want them. I’m not getting any younger and my biological clock is ticking.”
I’ve created a monster. “I think this first date is goingreallywell.”
He’s on a roll now. “Whatever you do, just don’t google me. I was recently involved in a bit of a tabloid scandal, and I wouldn’t want that to scare you off.”
“That’s so weird. Me too! This app that paired us up really knows what it’s doing.”
“I do have to warn you about one thing. I’m afraid you won’t think I’m much of a catch once you meet my family.”
I pretend to think about it. “Well, you’re super hot, so I think I can accept that trade-off.”
He laughs, his smile cranking up to an eleven. It’s blinding, stretching ear to ear, sunbeams shooting from his eyeballs. This smile is the eighth Wonder of the World.
“Here’s the thing,” I tell him once we’ve stopped snickering like schoolchildren. “I don’t want to start over. I’d rather pick up where we left off. Our story may be messy and unconventional, but it’s ours. And I wouldn’t trade it.”
His eyes crinkle at the corners. “I suppose if we can make it through all this, we can weather anything.”
Truer words have never been spoken.“If there’s one thing I’ve learned from all this, it’s that there’s merit to the old way of doing things. I’ve liked taking things slow, and I don’t want to skip past the good stuff. I want you to hold my hand and walk me home and kiss me good night. I want to keep learning new things about you. I want to look forward to things with you. I feel like that was working for us, don’t you?”
“Totally.” He clears his throat. “Speaking of taking things slow, I think you should move in with me.”
“Jaaack,” I groan at the sky.
He raises a palm. “Hear me out. This is absolutely not for my benefit, it’s a completely unselfish request.” I raise a skeptical brow. “Asher needs a mother.”
I exhale a laugh.
“I’m serious! The studies are clear: Children do better in two-parent households. What kind of father would I be if I let him start off life at a disadvantage?” Jack’s giving me some major puppy dog eyes of his own. “Also, okay fine, his dad would sure love to have you around.”
