Page 55 of Homewrecker

“Perfect.”

“You just looked at my hand.”

“I like watches.”

He glanced at his wrist. “I’m not wearing one.”

Shit.

I looked him dead in the face. “I know, and that’s interesting.”

He laughed. “Should I be worried?”

“Probably.”

“Good to know.”

He sat across from me smiling. The restaurant was nice and quiet but very packed. Most people would prefer something smaller with low lighting for a first date, but I guess he didn’t.

Nash opened the menu. “I picked this place because you said you hate loud restaurants.”

I looked up. “I said that?”

“At speed dating.”

“You remember that?”

“Yes ma’am, I did.”

I smiled.

There was something attractive about a man remembering things. Caleb had been good at that too. I shoved the thought away quickly.

Nash looked at me. “You did it.”

“What?”

“That thing.”

My stomach tightened. “What thing?”

“You left.”

I frowned. “I’m sitting right here.”

“Yes, but physically.”

“I was thinking.”

He closed the menu. “You looked somewhere else.”

I folded my arms. “Where?”

“I don’t know.”

“Exactly.”

He smiled. “Are you always this defensive?”