Love Irresistibly by Julie James Read Free Book Online

sometimes they don’t,” Cade had said with a shrug. “It happens.”
    And somehow, that perfectly innocuous comment had led into a Whole Big Thing about how he never opened up and told her these types of things, and how she’d been feeling like she didn’t really know him even though they’d been dating for three months, and how he seemed like this charming, easygoing guy on the outside but underneath that façade he kept himself closed off from any real, genuine intimacy and refused to let anyone in.
    “I see,” Cade had said when she finished with her speech. “Remind me never to mention that I had a bad day again.” He took a sip of his Manhattan.
    “That’s all you’re going to say?” she’d asked him.
    Yep, that had been his plan. They had been in the middle of a crowded restaurant, and Cade didn’t think it was necessary to entertain their neighbors with the numerous ways in which he was, apparently, an emotionally stunted Cro-Magnon. But from the stubborn look on Jessica’s face, he’d sensed that leaving the restaurant without saying anything further wasn’t an option. She’d wanted answers.
    And, actually, there was something he’d wanted to say.
    Frankly, he didn’t think he was that bad of a boyfriend. He’d been raised by a single mother to be respectful of women, he never cheated, and if he said he would call a girl, he did. He had a good job, a nice condo, and could make a mean Denver omelette for breakfast. Nevertheless, he’d gotten this lecture from more than one ex-girlfriend about his so-called “emotional unavailability.”
    Normally in response, he simply apologized to the woman for not giving her what she wanted. But tonight? Screw it. Come to think of it, it had been a shitty day. So for once, he’d decided to skip over the usual BS and keep it real.
    He’d set down his drink and leaned in. “Fine. You want me to elaborate, I will. Here’s the deal: I’m a guy . Generally speaking, we’re pretty simple folk. I know women always want to think we have these deep, romantic, and emotionally angsty thoughts going on in our heads, but in reality? Not so much. You women have layers and you’re complicated and mysterious and you say one thing, but you really mean another, and it’s this whole tricky package that intrigues us and scares us and challenges us all at the same time. But men aren’t like that. You talk about me not letting you in, but maybe what you don’t realize is this: there is no in .” He pointed to himself. “It’s all right here on the surface, Jessica. What you see is what you get.”
    Jessica’s expression had said she wasn’t buying it. “I’ve talked about this with my friends, you know. They say you probably have a fear of rejection. I’m thinking it has something to do with whatever happened with your father. That thing you won’t talk about.”
    Christ . And so the psychoanalysis began. “I think, by definition, one actually has to have a father in order to have father issues,” Cade had said dryly. And he most definitely did not. Just an asshole of a sperm donor who’d gotten his mother pregnant.
    Jessica had glared at him pointedly. “Nothing going on underneath the surface, huh? Right . ” She picked up her purse and stood up from the table. “I think it’s probably best if you don’t call me anymore. We obviously have different ideas about what it means to be in a relationship. For me, it’s a little more than sex, having somebody to go to dinner with, and sharing the occasional interesting work story. It’s about putting yourself out there, Cade. For your sake, I hope you give that a shot someday.”
    She’d stalked out of the restaurant, leaving Cade sitting alone.
    He took another sip of his drink, ignoring the stares of the people seated around him.
    Well.
    That had pretty much sucked.
    * * *
    CADE REALIZED THAT Huxley was looking at him, waiting for an answer about why he and Jessica had broken up.
    “It was a mutual