Chapter 28

Flynn barely resisted an eye roll. Parked on the couch in his living room with Gabby's bare feet in his lap and the cheesiest rom-com playing on his TV, he counted down the last five minutes of ridiculousness. The only saving grace from the movie had been Meg Ryan's fake orgasm. Funny shit.

He didn't even need to glance at Gabby reclined beside him to know her eyes would be red-rimmed with "happy" tears. Women and their romance. At least it got her mind off her non-date tonight. He'd love to pummel Tom's face for putting that dejected look on Gabby's.

She tapped his chest with her foot to get his attention. "Am I unattractive?"

His hand stilled in the process of massaging her arches. No matter how he answered this question, he was screwed. To lie and tell her she was not beautiful would put her deeper in some kind of female depression. To speak honestly would hint at something he'd long buried, even from himself.