I was still ponderingthatlittle mystery when the renter asked, "So he left it because he doesn't drink coffee?"
"No." I cleared my throat. "He left it because of a misunderstanding."
Now the guy looked ready to laugh. "You mean when you called him a pig? Or when you called his wife a slob?"
The guy was obviously teasing me, which I totally deserved, but that didn't make it any less uncomfortable.It was long past apology time.Bracing myself, I said,"Hewasn't the one I called a pig as I think we all know."
Now, the guydidlaugh. "SoI'mthe pig?"
I winced."Nobody'sa pig. It was just me running my stupid mouth as usual. And I'mreallysorry. If thereisa pig, it's probably me for making all of those comments about your abs, which of course, were totally inappropriate."
But not untrue.
Ignoringthisthought, I finished by asking, "So…can you please forgive me?"
Chapter 13
Bryce
Her apology shocked the hell out of me.I was impressed. But there was no way I was letting her offthateasy.
I told her, "I will if you come skating with me."
I hadn't planned to ask, but I didn't regret it either. I'd been walking along a neighboring street when I'd happened to glance toward the ice-skating rink. Good thing I had or I might've missed the little red coffee truck parked along the side –andthe chance to see what she would do if I approached her.
So far, this girl had been full of surprises.
Now she gave a quick shake of her head. "Sorry, what?"
I hitched a thumb over my shoulder. "Weareat a rink."
She hesitated. "Yeah, but I'm working."
I made a show of looking around. Sure, the overhead lights were on, but the rink was nearly empty. "For who?" I asked. "You've got no customers."
"Maybe notnow," she said. "But you never know."
"I know enough," I told her. "So why not have a little fun?"
She chewed on her lower lip. "With you?"
I couldn’t resist teasing her. "Well, youdomy like my abs."
Her cheeks flushed. "I never said that."
I cocked an eyebrow. "You didn't?"
"No. Not directly. If anything, I implied thatothergirls might like them."
Right. The girls in my bed.Except there were no girls, and the bed was probably hers.
Yeah, the place had two bedrooms, so the odds were fifty-fifty. But I knew howIwould bet. "So you don't?"
"What, like your abs?" Her gaze dipped to my mid-section and then shot back up to my face so quickly, a less observant guy might've missed it.But not me.
With a self-conscious laugh, she replied, "I'm not gonna answer that."
She was cute when she was flustered, and I wasn't ready to give it up. "Why not?"
