He chuckled. “I’m going to take a pictureof them and email it to you so you have the notes just in case. If you’ddownloaded the program I told you about we wouldn’t have to do it this way.”
“Huh?”
I really was more articulate than that.
I had the books to prove it.
“Program?” I blinked at him, probably justlooking tragically confused.
He scoffed teasingly. “So you ask for apicture but don’t even pay attention to what I send? Typical writer.”
He’d sent me a picture?
What dating sites had I used lately?
Had I usedany?
I took a step back and studied him as hesent the pictures of the papers to my email. That really had been a goodidea…but who was he? The alpha was tall and built, with wide shoulders andnarrow hips, and fuck, he had an ass I wanted to kiss. But how had we talkedand I not remember him?
He was grinning as he straightened andhanded me back my phone and the newly refolded papers. “That will work better.”
He was right…but I was starting to think hewas crazier than Austin.
“What site did we meet on?” Had I been…“What’s the word where someone takes over your life online and pretends to beyou?”
He chuckled. “Catfished?”
I nodded. “Yes, thank you.”
Shit, not what I meant to say. “I mean—”
“You haven’t been catfished. You’re justforgetful and it’s been two weeks since you were supposed to email me back.”His smile widened, quirking up at one side. “And we didn’t meet on a datingsite, so get your mind out of the gutter.”
How did he know that?
He laughed before I could even ask that.“Because all you’ve done is look at my ass and package. You haven’t even lookedat my face long enough to remember me.”
Had I?
I closed my eyes, ignoring the fact that Ihad to make an effort to look away from his body. “You’re tall. Easily wellover six feet and big even for an alpha. You look almost like you could be oneof Shane’s cousins, but he didn’t have a panic attack about any more kinkyrelatives, so it’s just a coincidence.”
But it would’ve been really funny if he wasone of them.
What else? “If you were a character, I’dhave you be a recently retired sports star. Something rough and dangerous andyou’d have an injury or something you’re silently working through and coveringit up with teasing and sex. Your hair looks great, but one day in about tenyears you’re going to think it’s getting thin and then you’ll shave it andyou’ll look rough and badass bald.”
Opening my eyes, I frowned. He was barelyholding back a smile as he nodded and said, “But who am I, Dakota? Mr. Call Me ByMy First Name because you don’t like formality.”
“Huh?” I blinked a few times and tried torecall where I’d seen his face.
Something about his eyes was familiar.“You’re…you’re…”
His shit-eating grin was back again.“Almost got it?”
I finally waved my hand and gave up. “No.If you’re here today, then that means you’re kinky in some respect becauseAustin didn’t even hire a caterer for this thing. I can’t remember signing upfor any dating sites recently, but I would only have asked for a picture if wewere going to meet.”
My brain was starting to switch gears fromthe notes and the series that was going to be so good I could just feel it.“Two weeks ago I was…drowning in edits from the new editor who’s never read mybooks…I was arguing with Austin about something stupid, but I remember beingmad at him…and oh, we had another pool party, but I can’t talk about that.”
What else had I been doing?
