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I’m not even sure what that disease is, but he’s obviously the real deal. I wonder what he thinks of me.
“I do happen to be very full of information. It’s a side effect of having an isolating career,” he explains. “I lack the ability to do small talk.”
“You seem to be doing just fine.” Truthfully, I despise small talk. It’s a waste of time, and makes my head hurt.
As the waitress sets two cups of cappuccino on the table, I say, “I took the liberty of ordering for you. Hope you’re not allergic to dairy.”
“Not at all. Thank you.”
Dairy’s not his kryptonite.Check.
I swirl a spoon into the foam as I watch him. “So what do you do for a living that makes you so good—and not at all creepy—at tracking down random women from clubs?”
A test. I want to see just how honest he is…or perhaps how delusional. This guy could be into cloning people into robots for all I know. I did happen to read that biologists are doing that now.
He glances down at the coffee, bashful. He runs his hand into his hair before he meets my eyes. “I’m a scientist,” he says. “As I admitted, I’m not great with people, talking. I spend most of my time looking at the world through a microscope. Venturing to a club was an act of desperation.”
As it is for most people, really. “What do you mean?”
“For human contact,” he says. At this, he looks away, to the people crossing the street.
Itcouldbe the truth. His confession has just enough self-deprecation to be believable, and his blunt demeanor last night did suggest he’s socially inept. You wouldn’t think that about him by his outward appearance. Still, it’s not enough for me.
“And the hacking my phone?” I prompt.
“Yes, that.” He blows out a breath. “I really was testing an app that I developed. I wasn’t trying to obtain access to your phone in particular. I was testing how many networks the app could crack in a heavily populated area.” He shrugs, unapologetic. “Maybe I used it as a way to talk myself into going to a club in the first place. But it did get me there, and it did bring me to you.”
“You’re not going to say this is kismet…”
Head canted, he smiles. I like the way his smile meets his eyes, squinting the creases in an adorable, boyish way. “If you knew me, you’d know I’d never say that.” He leans in from across the table. “The truth is, I never would’ve hacked your phone had you not stolen my pocket watch. Ultimately, that is why we’re here, isn’t it?”
Maybe the truth, or he’s just well-practiced. I could keep probing, but now I’m curious about this app. Sounds like a program I would attempt to code myself.
Still, something feels off. If he’s not lying, he’s omitting some important truth. “And the whole trying to buy me for the night…?” I prod.
At this, his mouth flattens into a thin line. “That was pretty lame.” He clears his throat and adjusts his glasses. “Look, I’ve admitted I’m not versed in the art of social etiquette. Think of last night as a social science experiment. I was trying out a few variations, testing theories, looking for—”
“Pussy,” I cut in.
A moment of uncertainty, then a laugh erupts. It’s a deep sound, right from the base of his throat. “To put it so bluntly, yes.”
“I may not be a super nerd, Dr. Chambers, but you don’t have to mansplain this to me, or try to excuse away your attempt to get laid. Blunt honesty goes a long way with me.”
He blinks slowly, smiles that boyish smile. “Why am I the one explaining myself when you attacked me?”
I cock my head. “You grabbed me,” I say pointblank.
“Yes—” he lowers his voice as passerby filter by our table “—and the Taser was a logical retaliation. But the GHB cocktail…?”
I sink back into my chair. Right. He’s a scientist. Of course he analyzed the substance in his blood that I injected into him.
At my intended silence, he says, “Okay. My turn. Who the hell carries a Taser and potent club drugs in a syringe?”
I lick my lips, stalling. How truthful do I want to be with him? Is he an adversary or possible connection? “I’m revenge for hire,” I blurt. What the hell—I’m curious to see his reaction.
“Huh.” He nods a few times as he considers my answer. “That actually makes sense.”
The corner of my mouth hitches into a slight smile. “How so?”
