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Cheeks flushed, Millie turned around, mind working on ways to dispel any knowledge of her wanton behavior the night before. What had Cal told him? That she’d begged him for sex?
“Ivy kissed me last night.”
Shock, surprise, andshockmust have registered on her face, because Mike Paul sat back and shook his head. “I know, right?”
Millie had always suspected there was more to the friendly banter between Mike Paul and Ivy than either one of them would ever admit to.
He took a sip, face about as serious as she’d ever seen him. “The weird thing? I liked it.”
“Well, that’s good, isn’t it?”
“Is it?” He shook his head, genuinely puzzled. “She’s not my type at all, which is why I’m confused over these feelings I’m having.”
“Because she’s not a blonde with big boobs?”
Mike Paul made a face. “Millie, come on.”
“She’s not a brunette with big boobs?”
He scowled. “Cut it out. You know what I mean.”
“No,” Millie replied. “I don’t.”
“She’s…well, she’s…”
“Smart?” Millie raised an eyebrow. “Funny? Attractive?”
Mike Paul shrugged. “She’s frustrating as hell because she’s always right. Whenever we get takeout, she eats my food first and leaves me with the shit I didn’t want. Her favorite ball team is the Mets which is insane, and she insults every woman I’ve ever dated.”
“Dated is a term we might want to use lightly.” Millie laughed.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Mike Paul actually looked offended, which was something that gave Millie Sue great joy. Men were dumb sometimes.
“You don’t date, is what it means.”
“Yes, I do.”
“No, my friend, you don’t. You’ve had relations with practically every single woman who’s unattached in the area, including a few who are, but that’s as far as it goes. You don’t wine and dine. You don’t make an effort because you don’t care enough to.”
Mike Paul frowned. “That’s what guys do. It’s not my fault I haven’t met a woman I want more from.”
She supposed he was right.
“And I’m always upfront with whoever I’m with. They know the score. I’m not a complete asshole.”
“Just a partial one?”
He scowled. “You’re one to talk.”
“You’re going to give me relationship advice?”
“You’re so afraid of love, you’re going to let it slip through your fingers. Again.”
Anger, blazing hot, rifled through her, and Millie Sue took a step toward him. “You, more than anyone, know what love cost me the last time.”
“Are you going to hide behind that forever?”
“I’m not hiding,” she bit out, head aching so bad, it was going to overtake the ache that clutched at her heart.
