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Yes, I follow Ryan McGregor’s career as well as the exploits as reported on social media, but I cannot wrap my head around what that might mean. Calling me Nugget is one thing—I’ve always been quite a bit shorter than him. Also, he looks at me like a snack. Always has.
I could use the money, but even if I say yes, we’d never be able to pull off a believable relationship, no less a marriage.
For one, we can’t go five minutes without having a disagreement or fighting. Ryan drives me mad, and given the way he sometimes looks at me, I do the same to him.
If I were to read an article about how to know a relationship is bad, we’d probably tick off all the boxes and probably add a few of our own.
But he is good-looking, and the dream of all my coworkers at the Gastrodome. He’s funny sometimes, and have I mentioned that he’s attractive? There’s that.
But I feel silly for thinking Ryan was suggesting we be together—fake or not. I know better than to let him mesmerize me, hypnotize me, antagonize me.
I’m not interested in him. He’s a braggart and a hot shot show-off with an ego that could obliterate this island chain.
There are three things I know for sure:
Ryan and I are not compatible, much like tuna fish on top of pizza.
We’re not capable of having a normal discussion, it’s bickering or silence. No in between.
And I will never, not ever, date Ryan McGregor. The end.
“What’s up with the two of you?” Brando asks, startling me.
This time, heat creeps across my cheeks.
“No one. Nothing. What?”
There goes my cousin’s arched eyebrow. The thing is sharp, kind of like a scabbard.
“What did the doctor say?” I ask, changing the subject.
“The doctor said Dad’s bill of health is clear and that he’s in ship shape.”
“Then what’s going on?” I ask even though it’s obvious.
We’re both quiet for a moment and look around at the once-thriving restaurant.
“He’s heartbroken, huh?” I ask.
My cousin nods. “I miss her too. But I guess it’s different. I’ve never had the kind of love they did.”
“Me neither.”
Brando eyes me, surprised, perhaps because I was married briefly.
“If you’re wondering about Troy, absolutely not. That was?—”
