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“So what’s this long story?” Nash asked, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees like he was interested. “How did you end up dating a college guy? Was it pretty recent?”
“It happened last summer. I was working at The Brew and this guy with dark hair kept coming in each morning,” I said, remembering the early days and how excited I was to have a cute, college guy notice me. “We chatted a little and things kind of clicked. After talking for a few days, he asked if I had a boyfriend who would be jealous if he caught us talking to each other. I told him that I’d just moved here and was single and he asked me out on a date.”
“Just like that?” Nash asked.
“Yep.” I nodded. “I was excited because he was totally the type of guy I usually went for.”
“And what’s that?”
“Umm…” I looked down at the wooden floor that could use some refinishing, trying to remember exactly what qualities I’d liked about Tristan. Then looking back to Nash with my cheeks growing warm I said, “Good looking. A little older. Had a bit of a player vibe to him. Flirty.”
“So basically nothing like me?” Nash asked.
“You’re not a player?” I arched an eyebrow.
He sat up straighter and leaned back in his chair. “I’ve tried, but nope, that player gene seemed to have only gone to Ian in my family.”
I didn’t know if I believed that since he had totally been flirty and confident when we’d spent time together during his family’s garden party.
And the way he’d forgotten about me the next day was something a player would do.
But since I still didn’t actually know Nash that well, maybe that had just been a fluke.
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Coming this summer!
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