Geek God (Forever Geek Trilogy #1) by Victoria Barbour Read Free Book Online Page A

nerd. You’re smart and sexy and that works for me. Why are you crying?”
    “PMS?”
    “Again? Good thing I’m prepared for this now.” He laughs. Which is just another wonderful thing about him. He didn’t run for the hills the day he found me bingeing on ice cream, wearing a kaftan and cradling a hot water bottle like it’s the Holy Grail.
    “I dunno. I get lost in my head sometimes. I have all these thoughts that just get out of control. I think my problem is that I set things up in my head and when they don’t go the way I imagine, I can’t deal. And I think I try too hard to get people to think I’m normal, when I don’t feel normal at all. You know what I mean?”
    There’s something about the way he holds me that makes me feel whole.
    “Not really. I don’t think about normal. I am who I am. I don’t worry about what people think. Instead, I just try to be a good guy. A good friend. A good worker. A good sport about the games I play.” This man’s hands may be rough but his lips are like butter on my neck. “A good boyfriend. Good in bed.”
    “Good is too mediocre an adjective for how wicked you are in that department.”
    “Oh, I don’t know. There’s always room for improvement, right?”
    “By all means, I’m a strong supporter of homework.”
    “This isn’t work, my love. It’s all play.”
    What was I thinking? No one should ever want to leave a man with these talents.

A lazy Saturday, a while later.
    “I need a lawn mower,” I say as I dip a brush into the matte black paint. “Look at the clover in this garden. It’s terrible.”
    Evan is building that solar set-up with the cans we collected. I’m helping by painting them.
    “I like clover. You know, the red ones have healing properties. Remember what that missus at the farmers’ market told us about how she eats them to cure a headache?” He stops to take a long drink of ice water.
    “Quackery. I’d sooner pop an Aspirin.”
    “Why do you trust drugs more than nature?”
    “Why do you trust a hippie more than a doctor?”
    “I happen to like my doctor, thank you very much. But I also respect the world.”
    Oh God. Here we go. It’s time for the professor to get schooled on the environment again. It’s not that bad. I like debate. We’re good at it. We’re also good at the resolution.
    “Well, I’ll pick some for you before I mow it all down. I want a lawn I can walk around on in my bare feet.”
    “You can walk in your bare feet on this.”
    “No, I can’t. What if a bee stings me?”
    “A bee isn’t going to sting you. They’re not aggressive like that.”
    “If I step on him, he’s gonna sting me.”
    “That’s not him choosing to sting you. That’s you basically forcing him to hurt you as you kill him with your foot. Bees will not attack you on purpose unless they feel threatened. They wouldn’t do that because they know they’ll die.”
    Welcome, friends, to one of the things about Evan that drives me bonkers. Uninformed opinions. I’m a researcher. An academic. I’m used to scrutinizing data and realizing that facts aren’t always the truth. Things are always more complex than we think. For Evan, it’s more black and white.
    “And how do you know a bee knows he’s going to die if he stings someone? Did a bee write a paper on it?”
    “Yes, he did. He polymorphed into a human just so he could tell the world, ‘Hey, stop hating us bees. We’re nice and make honey and don’t want to sting you because we’ll die. So, don’t attack me or my hive and we’ll get along real good.’ I’m surprised you didn’t read that in one of your journals or something. It was a big deal.”
    This! This look is why I’m head over heels in love with this man. It’s a look that says “Woman, you and I are going to have some hot lovin’ when we’re done this nonsense.” I’m sure the neighbours think we bicker all the time. But he’s just so fun to argue with. He’s wrong most of the time, but