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Fox nodded, yet he took a moment to look out the window before speaking again. “The last woman I went out with, I took out to dinner twice. I stayed at her place the second time, and I had to take her to Starbucks for coffee the next morning because I couldn’t remember her name.”

I scratched my head. “And you’re telling me this because…”

“Another time, I was early to meet a date at a bar. Saw an ex-teammate and we got to talking. He asked me if I wanted to grab a bite at the restaurant next door. I said sure. It wasn’t until I passed the woman I was there to meet that I remembered I was there to meet her.”

“Are you trying to tell me you’re forgetful?”

“No, Josie. I’m trying to tell you I’m a shit boyfriend. My ideal date is fuck first, eat some pasta, then go home and sleep in my own bed. I’m selfish, and I like my life the way I like my life. Simple.Youare anything but simple.”

I was still so confused about where the conversation was going. “Okay…”

“You also live in Manhattan. A place that is pretty much hell in my book. I’m not a people person. I like the quiet life.”

I shook my head. “Fox, why are you telling me all this?”

“Because I want you to know what you’re in for.”

“I’m lost…”

He motioned between us. “You and me. There’s something here.”

My eyes widened. He wasn’t wrong. Something had been brewing from the start. I just thought I was the only one who felt it. “You…have feelings for me?”

Fox smiled. “If having feelings includes me wanting to feel you up, then yeah.”

“Oh my God.” I laughed. “You just told me you might forget my name after I sleep with you, admitted you were selfish, probably wouldn’t hang around for snuggling after sex, called me complicated, and told me you want to feel me up. Is this your way of asking me out?”

“Will you sleep with me without going to dinner first?”

I shook my head. “Probably not.”

“Then I guess I’m asking you out.”

“Is this the approach you use on all the women you date? Because if it is, I have to wonder why anyone would go out with you.”

“You already had one douchebag let you down. I’m not going to make any promises I can’t keep, Josie.”

As crazy as it was, there was something endearing about his concern. I nodded. “Thank you for your honesty.”

He searched my face, quiet for a few heartbeats. “So Friday night then?”

The anxiety in the pit of my belly morphed to a flutter. “How about if I make you dinner? You said you don’t like to cook, and all I ever see you eat is takeout. You probably haven’t had a home-cooked meal in a while.”

Fox shook his head. “Not a good idea.”

“Why? I’m a good cook.”

“Got nothing to do with your cooking. Don’t think I can be trusted with you alone anymore. Not unless you’re up for eating spaghetti naked in bed after.”

Naked spaghetti sounds pretty amazing at the moment.

Fox groaned. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Thinking you can handle it my way. You’ll drive yourself nuts overthinking whether it was a mistake when it’s over. So let’s do it your way. Plus, you deserve better.”

My heart melted a little more. I smiled. “Okay.”

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