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“Have you been here before?”
He rolls his eyes again before looking at me. “I have.”
“So, what jobs do you do? Other than a temporary stint as a music store manager?”
“What do you do?” he asks around a mouthful of bacon.
“I’m a loan officer at First People Community.”
“You work in a bank?”
Clearing my throat, I look away and nod. “You don’t have to make it sound so dull.”
He mouths the wordokayand arches his eyebrows. Before I can launch myself over the counter to grab him and shake him and ask him what that means, he starts talking again.
“I’m a musician,” he tells me.
“No shit.” I shrug when our eyes meet. He actually laughs. “Whoa. Wait. Dude.”
“What?”
His eggs are gone now.
“Did you just laugh? Really? Because I thought maybe your laugh was broken.”
This time when he looks at me, his smile is big and genuine, and my ovaries melt. Note to self: don’t make Gideon Reece smile at you like that ever again.
“I’m a composer.”
“A poser?” I heard him right, but I can’t help but tease him.
“Not funny.” He shakes his head, but he’s still kind of smiling. “I write music. I play. I’ve done music lessons. I’ve worked at music stores. Bars. Lounges. As a booking agent for other musicians.”
Okay, so that is kind of cool. I’m not ready to admit that his work history is better than mine, though.
“So, like, what kind of music do you write? What do you play?”
“Anything,” he answers as he crunches the last of his bacon. “What kind of loans do you sign off on?”
“Real estate.”
“So, you wear the corporate getup and sit behind a desk and look at people’s credit scores and say yay or nay on them buying a house and locking themselves into the picket fence and minivan, huh?”
Ouch. Yes, it’s what I do, but I like it. I love seeing the looks on my clients’ faces when they sign their papers to close on a dream home.
“Not planning to settle down and invest in real estate, huh?”
Gideon finishes his apple juice, swipes the back of his hand over his mouth, and shrugs.
“Maybe someday.”
“So, in the meantime, you play anything?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“What does that mean? Any song? Any kind of music?”
“Instrument.”
