Page 5 of Love on the Edge
I nod. “I work on cars. Repairs, restorations, maintenance—you name it.”
Her eyes light up slightly, curiosity sparking. “So, you’re a car guy?”
“Guess so,” I shrug. “I like figuring out how things work. Cars just... make sense. Every part has a purpose. If something’s broken, you fix it.”
She leans against the wall, the slit in her dress exposing her thigh. “That’s a good way to look at it. So, it’s not just a job for you?”
“Not really,” I admit. “I like it. The hands-on work, the problem-solving. It’s... satisfying.”
Her expression softens slightly. “Must be nice, working with something you actually like. Not everyone gets to do that.”
“Yeah,” I say, nodding. “It is. Not glamorous or anything, but it’s good, honest work.”
I take another sip of my beer, watching as she leans comfortably against the wall, away from the chaos of the party. She doesn’t look bored. She looks... entertained. Like she’s enjoying making me work for this conversation.
I tip my beer toward her. "Alright, my turn."
She smirks. "Your turn for what?"
"For questions." I nod at her. "I told you what I do. What about you?"
She tilts her head, considering, then shrugs. "I work."
I let out a short laugh. "Wow. Great answer. Really deep."
Her lips twitch. "I like to keep things mysterious."
I shake my head. "Alright, fine. Let’s play a game. I’ll guess, and you tell me if I’m warm or cold."
She sighs, exaggerated, like this is a hassle. "Fine. But if you say accountant, I’m walking away."
I smirk. "Noted. You don’t seem like the type to sit behind a desk all day."
She lifts her cup in a toast. "Warm."
"Something physical. Personal trainer?"
She scrunches her nose. "Cool."
"Yoga instructor?"
Her laughter spills out before she can stop it. "Ice cold."
I narrow my eyes. "Lumberjack?"
She raises an eyebrow. "Do I look like I cut down trees for a living?"
I shrug. "I don’t know, you’ve got strong arms."
She snorts, shaking her head. "You’re ridiculous."
"But warm, right?"
She rolls her eyes. "Fine. Warm."
I lean in slightly. "So... you’re obviously some kind of athlete."
She takes a slow sip of her drink before answering. "Warmer."
