Page 37 of Only You
“It’s good. I like Eileen.”
“She likes you too.”
“She likes the idea of me,” Kayla argued.
Jack raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“I could be any woman, and she’d like me the same. She’s just happy you have a girlfriend.”
He shook his head vehemently. “Give yourself some credit. You’re a very likable person.” Not to mention gorgeous, funny, and smart.
“Thank you.” She spread the blanket over her lap.
Jack plucked the TV remote off the end table. “What do you want to watch?” Scrolling through the offerings on Netflix, he paused at the suggested romantic comedies. He glanced over and saw her studying him. “What?”
“You’re really going to watch a chick flick instead of football?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“What would you watch if I wasn’t here?”
“Football,” he answered immediately.
“There’s more than one TV. You can still watch it.”
Jack sighed. “Has it ever occurred to you that I like spending time with you?”
“I guess so, but this is different.”
“How so?”
“It’s a holiday. Normally, you’d be with your family, and I’d be with mine.”
“Think of it as good practice for when you get married.”
Her mouth gaped open.
“Not to me, obviously. Let’s say you marry a guy named Stan.”
“Stan? I don’t even know anyone named Stan!”
“It’s the first name I thought of.”
“That’s weird.”
“Just roll with it.”
“Fine,” she huffed.
“Sometimes you’ll spend the holidays with Stan’s family, and other times, yours.”
“Why can’t it be both?”
“Stan lives in California,” Jack said deadpan.
Kayla rolled her eyes. “I am not marrying a guy named Stan from California. Besides, who says I’ll get married at all?”
“I do,” Jack declared.
