Midnight Kiss by Robyn Carr, Victoria Dahl, Jean Brashear Read Free Book Online

hand through his hair. “Did he ever say why? ”
    She had never told anyone what he’d said, it was too embarrassing. But for some reason she couldn’t explain, she spit it right out to Drew. “Yeah. He wasn’t done having fun.”
    Silence reigned for a moment. “You’re not serious,” Drew finally said.
    “Deadly. It was all so stunning, there was even a small newspaper article about it.”
    “And this happened when?” he asked.
    “One year ago. Today.”
    Drew sat back in his chair. “Whoa,” was all he could say. “Well, no wonder you’re in a mood. Fun?” he asked. “He wasn’t done having fun? ”
    “Fun,” she affirmed. “That’s the best explanation he could come up with. He liked to party, go to clubs, flirt, dance, whatever… He’s a Saturday-night kind of guy and just wasn’t ready to stop doing that and guess what? Photographers work weekends—weddings, baptisms, et cetera. Apparently I’m a real drag.”
    Drew rubbed the back of his neck. “I must be really backward then. I always thought having the right person there for you, listening to your voice mails and texting you to pick up her dry cleaning or saying she’d pick up yours, someone who argued with you over what sushi to bring home or what went on the pizza, someone who would come to bed naked on a regular basis—I always thought those things were fun. Sexy and fun.”
    She grinned at him. “You find dry cleaning sexy?”
    “I do,” he said. “I really do.” And then they both laughed.

CHAPTER FOUR
    S UNNY SAT FORWARD , elbows on her knees, a smile on her face and said, “I can’t wait to hear more about this—the things you find sexy. I mean pizza toppings and dry cleaning? Do go on.”
    He took a sip of his beer. “There is a long list, Miss Sunshine, but let’s be clear—I am a boy. Naked tops the list.”
    “Yes, there are some things all you boys seem to have in common. But if I’ve learned anything it’s that showing up naked regularly apparently isn’t quite enough.”
    “Pah—for men with no imagination maybe. Or men who don’t have to push a month’s worth of work into a day.”
    “Well, then…?” she asked. “What?”
    “I like working out a budget you’ll never stick to. There’s something about planning that together, it’s cool. Not the checkbook, that’s not a two-person job—it’s dicey. No two people add and subtract the same, did you know that? And the chore list, that turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. Picking movies—there’s a real skill to that. If you can find a girl who likes action then you can negotiate three action movies to every chick flick, and you can eventually work up to trading chick flicks for back rubs.” He leaned close to whisper. “Idon’t want this to get out, but I actually like some of the chick flicks. I’m picky, but I do like some.”
    “Shopping?” she asked.
    “I have to draw the line there,” he said firmly. “That just doesn’t do it for me. If I need clothes or shoes I take care of it as fast as I can. I don’t like to screw around with that. It’s boring and I have no skills. But I get that you have to look at least half decent to get a girl to like you.” He smiled. “A pretty girl like you,” he added.
    “Then how do you manage that? Because tonight, you weren’t even aware there was a party and you don’t look that terrible.”
    “Why, thank you,” he said, straightening proudly. “I either ask my oldest sister, Erin, to dress me—the one who made the lean-to into a showplace—or failing that I just look for a gay guy working in clothing.”
    She burst out laughing, not realizing that Nate, Annie, Jack and a few others turned to look. “That’s awful, shame on you!”
    “Gimme a break—I have gay friends. You can say anything you want about them but the common denominator is—they have fashion sense. At least the guys I know do.”
    “Then why not ask a gay friend to go shopping with you?”
    “I don’t