9 Chapter 9

“I’m the nosy type, when I see a guy who interests me.”

“Yeah? Well, forget it. I’m not looking. I think I told you that already.”

“I said ‘interests’. I didn’t say I want to take you home, or even upstairs for a quickie.”

He took a drink of water, then leaned back, his attention moving to the dance floor then back to me. “Why?”

“Why don’t I want to take you home? Or why do you interest me? Oh, and another question while I’m at it. Who are you looking for? Because I’ll bet my bottom dollar that’s what you’re doing.” I based that on the number of times he had checked out the dance floor. There was no prurient interest in his gaze when he did.

“No one,” he replied defensively.

“Okay. Sorry I asked. Why do you interest me? Because you’re different.”

“Meaning I’m not trying to jump the bones of every guy who looks twice at me.”