Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Dr. Amherst looked amused. “You looked up azure?”
I bit my lip. “You’d have to see the eyes to understand.”
She smiled. “Okay, well, handsome and funny are a good combination. How did you meet?”
“At a wedding. I was working. He was a guest.”
“Will you see him again?”
“Yes, but not for a date or anything. The kiss was amazing, but he’s not my type.”
“What is your type?”
That stopped me in my tracks. I wasn’t sure I knew my type at this point. Clearly it wasn’t a wholesome-looking, preppy, blond lawyer with nice manners. “I don’t know anymore.” I shook my head. “This guy just seemed like a player—you know, the cocky type who’s so good-looking he doesn’t need to put in more effort than finding a woman a cupcake to wind up in the coat closet for a make-out session.”
Dr. Amherst raised a brow. “Is that last part from personal experience?”
I chuckled. “Maybe. But in my defense, I’d had a few drinks. I don’t get to eat sugar often, and his eyes are that incredible.”
She smiled. “We all have our kryptonite. You said you’re going to be seeing him again. Is that because you run in the same social circle?”
“No, I’m covering a series of weddings—twelve fraternity brothers who are getting married over one year. They’re his friends, so I’m guessing he’ll be at them all, too.”
“Oh my. So you’ll be seeing him a lot then?”
I nodded. “But what happened the first time won’t happen again.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because now that I know what my kryptonite is, I can stay away from it.”
* * *
I had a two o’clock marketing meeting upstairs after my lunchtime shrink appointment. So I grabbed what I needed and answered an email on my phone as I waited for the elevator. The doors slid open while I was typing, so I entered without looking up. When I finally did, I froze.
Wilder’s mouth spread into a cocky grin. A kid stood next to him. He had the same turquoise eyes and dark lashes. They had to be related.
I squinted. “Why are you here?” It came out snippy, and his grin grew wider.
“Good to see you, too, Cupcake.”
The elevator was packed with people—people I was now holding up by not moving the rest of the way into the car. And everyone was staring at me. So I forced myself to take a spot near one wall. My cheeks felt warm. I was grateful elevator etiquette meant I could turn around and stare straight ahead without having to look at him. I jutted my chin, attempting to look bolder than I felt, and stared up at the numbers, pretending he wasn’t less than a foot away.
But damn, I couldn’t pretend I had no sense of smell. He smelled really, really good, definitely the same cologne he’d worn at the wedding two weeks ago. And my body was doing this weird, tingly-all-over thing. We stopped at the next floor, and I had to step out so two people could get off.
As I got back on, the kid watched me as intently as the man standing next to him. “Are you famous or something?” he asked.
I turned to make sure the kid was talking to me. “No, why?”
“I was going to ask for a selfie, if you were.”
I smiled. “Sorry to disappoint.”
He shrugged and nodded toward Wilder. “I thought you were famous because he was looking at a bunch of pictures of you on his computer.”
I raised a brow to Wilder.
“The wedding pictures for the magazine.”
The kid chimed in again. “I didn’t see any pictures of a bride. You were zoomed in on her.”
Wilder slapped a hand over the kid’s mouth. “It’s considered rude in America to talk while in a full lift.”
Everyone in the elevator car chuckled. The next stop was the executive floor, and Wilder said excuse me, so I stepped out for him and the boy to get off.
He nodded as he passed. “Have a good day. Maybe I’ll see you around later.”
The kid snort-laughed. “That means you’re definitely gonna see him. I think he’s in love.”
* * *
“Hey, Peaty. I need a favor.”
I hit the button to put my cell on speakerphone so I could finish sealing a box at my desk. “What’s up, Will?”
“One of the guys at the firehouse was on his way in, but his wife called to say her water broke. So I have to stay. Do you think you could cover me at Carrick’s again tonight?”
“Yeah, sure. No problem.”
“Can you get there by six? The day-shift guy has to leave by six on Wednesday. His wife’s a nurse and works nights, and he can’t be late because they have a baby at home. Dad’s at the bar today, but you know how that goes…”
I looked at the time on my computer. That gave me a little over an hour to run home, change, and get downtown. “I’ll do my best.”