Page 34 of Game Plan
"I've dated once or twice, but no one kept my attention for long, and I couldn't keep theirs." My gaze lingered on her face. She, on the other hand, had my undivided attention. I didn't want to look away from her.
"What about you?" I asked. "There's a string of hot writers in your past, I assume? Maybe the odd Pulitzer winner?USA Todaybestseller? Academy-level screenwriter?"
"Only a crazy person dates a writer," she said dryly. "I've seen a few guys, but no one stood out. Not since…" She looked down at the tablecloth which probably cost more than most people made in a month.
"Since some dumb jock kid broke your heart?" I asked, voice soft.
She glanced up, eyes hard to read. "Something like that, yeah."
"If I ever meet him, remind me to punch him in the nose," I said jokingly.
She smiled. "I'll remember that." Her tongue darted over her lips. "Do you think it's dumb that it still bothers me, after all this time?"
How could I answer a question like that and still have my balls intact? "No," I said, voice firm. "What I did wasn't cool. It was mean. I'm lucky you're even talking to me." There was more I wanted to tell her, so much more. I wanted to tell her about everything, but not now. Not here.
Here and now, I had a date to salvage, a bet to win, and a woman to woo.
"Look, I get that this place isn't your jam. Come on, I know a place you'll like much better." I rose and offered her my hand. “Trust me.”
