Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“For my animal?”
“Yeah.”
“I’d have to think about it.”
“It wouldn’t be a sheep, by chance?” He arched a brow.
“No. It would have to be something crazier. Like an ostrich or something.” I chuckled. “Speaking of crazy, I learned a lot about you from Felicity today. Certainly more than I’ve learned from you.”
“Anything interesting?”
I squinted. “Two Marias? Really?”
He rolled his eyes. “I see she didn’t hold back.”
“I’m just teasing. But yeah, she told me all the juicy stuff from back in the day.”
Felicity had told me the first summer she met Sig, he’d been dating two women at the same time—both named Maria. The women apparently knew about each other and had threesomes with him.
“I liked to party in my younger years. So sue me.”
I held my hands up. “No judgment here.”
“Someone had to have fun on that trip. Leo spent the last part of it miserable, whipped, and fawning over a woman he thought he could never have.”
“Do you still have threesomes?” I asked, feeling brazen.
“The only thing worse than one woman I’m not all that interested in would be two. So no.”
“I’ve never had a threesome,” I offered.
“Thanks for sharing.”
“I’d be too jealous,” I admitted. “I’d never be able to enjoy myself.”
He glanced over at me. “There’s an art to it.”
“In what way?”
“Making both women feel equally desired. It’s hard work, but effective if you know what you’re doing. Nothing I have the energy for anymore, though.” He sighed. “What else did Ginger recklessly divulge about me?”
“Nothing bad. She said you’re an amazing cook and echoed what she said on the patio about you being there for her when she was going through tough times with Leo.” I paused, recalling what Felicity had told me about her tumultuous romance with Leo before they finally sorted things out. “They have quite the story, those two.”
He chuckled. “More drama than a Korean soap opera.”
My eyes widened. “You watch K-dramas?”
His expression softened. “Britney used to like them.”
“Ah.” My heart clenched. “What do you watch?”
“I don’t watch the telly much.”
“What do you do for fun?”
“I work long days during the week. By the time I get home, shower, and cook dinner, it’s fairly late. I collapse into bed and do it all over again the next day.”
“That doesn’t count as fun. What about on weekends?”
“Depends where I am. Some weekends, I go to Westfordshire and hibernate at the inn. Others I stay in London.”
“If you have a date, you stay in London?”
He shook his head. “I don’t really date.”
“But you hook up with women.”
“Occasionally…”
“You never let them sleep at your apartment, though.”
“Felicity told you that, I presume.”
“Yeah.”
“Ginger has a big mouth.”
I kept prying. “Are you not open to more than one-night stands at this point?”
“Are you not open to minding your business?” He grimaced. “I haven’t met a single person worth having more with.”
“Are you looking for more, though?”
“I’m absolutely not.”
“So you’re gonna live the rest of your life alone? You’re only thirty-seven.”
“I suppose Felicity divulged my age, too.”
“You’re older than I thought. You look much younger. I’d guessed about thirty-two.”
“Must be all the gin keeping me youthful.”
“That’s gotta be it.” I chuckled.
Sig turned the tables. “I thought you were the one who preached about finding happiness from within. Why do I need someone to be happy?”
“Finding happiness from within doesn’t mean you shouldn’t strive for human connections. You need to be happy inside, but sometimes another person can enhance that. I feel like you don’t have either of those things.”
“Well, thank you for your miserable take on me. Considering you’ve known me all of two days, it will be taken with a grain of salt.”
When the car in front of us stopped abruptly, Sig slammed on the brakes and reached his arm out in front of me, as if to keep me from plunging forward. The palm of his big, masculine hand pressed against my ribcage, causing what felt like a bolt of electricity to shoot through me.
My God, I’m hard up. My voice shook. “What was that?”
“Some people can’t drive.” He flashed me a mischievous grin. “You of all people should know that.”
I sighed, laying my head back on the seat. Putting his arm out to protect me had been completely instinctual. He was rough around the edges, but there was clearly a caring and protective side in there.
I straightened in my seat. “Anyway, I’m done interrogating you about your personal life.”
“Fantastic.”
We drove in silence for a couple of minutes before I turned to him. “You’re welcome to ask me anything you want. You know, if this whole trip is still an interview of some sort. I don’t know where things stand on that.”
“I haven’t made a decision one way or the other.”
“Did something change to make you consider moving forward again? You said you weren’t ready just yesterday…”
“You said you were leaving, and yet…you’re still here.”