TEASER FROM FLAWED PERFECTION
“I’m just confused,” he managed to say.
“I don’t want to fight, but I want to call you out,” he answered, leaning forward and clasping his hands together. He’d cut his sandy blonde hair back, but his five o’clock shadow was looking more and more like a permanent fixture on his face.
I leaned back and looked at the ceiling before letting my eyes drift down to his as he looked at me over his shoulder.
“I don’t think he’s your type,” Bobby admitted.
I stood and ran my hands through my hair before turning to him. “At least you and Adam agree on one thing.”
“You don’t need to get back at both of us by dating someone like that,” he said, and his body tensed as he waited for my reaction.
“What’s so bad about him?”
“All money; no brains.”
I smirked at the comment. “Yeah, you’re probably right about that.”
“Why are you dating him? Physically he’s the exact opposite of what you like—I should know. You’ve never been into me, and I’m not even as huge as him,” Bobby took a shot at me, and I gritted my teeth.
“Tara set us up,” I explained with my hands on my hips.
“That makes sense. He’s totally her type,” he retorted. “I just don’t want to see you settle because Adam’s still playing the field.”
My breath caught in my throat. It was as if he was saying that Adam might come to his senses, and he wasn’t acting completely nuts about the thought.
I sat back down with him and he finally relaxed, leaning back and putting his arm over the back of the couch.
“What are you saying?” I asked.
“I’m saying that you’ve waited what, ten years so far?”
“You hate the idea of Adam and I.”
Bobby burst into a full smile. “You have no idea how much I despise the idea, and I have no idea how I’d react. It wouldn’t be pleasant.”
COPYRIGHT 2013, CASSANDRA GIOVANNI