Chapter Ten
Juliet
Now that Noah is onboard, secure, handled, I can shift my focus.
I can finally take the time I need to hunt properly.
Because I need to know more about the sexy beast at my gym.
I start at my desk, flipping open his notebook.
He doesn’t have a name yet. That bothers me.
One small page of notes about his gym visits.
I don’t like gaps in my information.
When I glance at Noah’s notebooks, I smile. Two full volumes.
Detailed, organized, perfect.
I don’t think the beast will need that much.
He’s not the romantic type. Not the sweet, adoring man who needs to be wooed.
No.
He will need something else entirely.
I just need to make sure he’s what I want.
And then?
I’ll become exactly what he wants.
I tap the pen against my lips, considering.
I certainly don’t want to engage if he has habits I can’t tolerate.
You can never tell about some men.
The most beautiful ones can have shocking behavior.
Chewing with their mouths open. Snoring like a freight train. Being… sloppy.
I wrinkle my nose. No.
Not everyone can be perfect.
Thank God Noah only snores softly, and only when he’s exhausted.
I can live with that.
I can love that.
But this one?
I need to watch. Learn. Evaluate.
