Page 51 of The Pursuit


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With a giggle, I replied, “You know, if you dyed your hair the color of your mom’s, you could look a little like him. Well, at least your hair would be like his.”

He grimaced. “Up until ten years ago, I had strawberry-blond hair. For my teammates, that basically made me a ginger, and they gave me relentless shit about it.”

“What happened?”

“Thankfully, the chlorine somehow turned it straight blond.”

“Pity. I sure could go for a ginger.”

“What if I went against my Irish heritage and wore a kilt? Would you go out on a date with me then?”

“No.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because at the sight of you in a kilt, I’d only be thinking with my honeypot.”

Noah chuckled. “I think I could live with that.”

“Is that really a bad thing?”

“It is if I’m going to try to get to know you better as a person outside of the bedroom.”

“How do you think we can do that? It’s like the moment I see you, I want you inside me.”

With a groan, Noah threw his head back. “Why did you have to say that?”

I laughed. “I’m sorry, but it’s the truth.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I like to hear it, but we’ve got to be stronger.”

“Okay, so what do you suggest?”

“We need to go on a date, but it needs to be nowhere remotely sexy.”

“I agree.”

“During that date, we do nothing but G-rated fun coupled with in-depth conversation about each other.”

“Oh wow, you really want us to communicate, huh?”

“I do.”

“You sure do drive a hard bargain.”

Noah’s brows popped wide. “So, does that mean you’ll go out with me?”

If I was going to take a chance on dating Noah, I still had no clue what that would entail,nor if it was wise to attempt.But I did know I needed him to answer a particular question before I could proceed any further. Of course, it wasn’t one I wanted to ask because of the pain surrounding it. “Out of all the women you could get with, why do you want to pursue me?”

“You’re joking, right?”

I shook my head. “You’re a somewhat famous athlete. I know there are countless groupies just dying to get into your Jammies.”

“Jammers,” he corrected.

“Whatever.”

Noah grinned. “You really think I have groupies?”

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