Chapter 4

I looked at him, blank-faced, letting him talk.

“It’s the mystery that I don’t know everything about you,” he said.

I smirked at the thought as the big wheel moved languidly, setting us in motion, around and around.

“I could say the same for you too,” I said.

“I’m an open book. You know a lot about me from just one of our chats. I have nothing to hide.”

“You like spicy foods. You prefer Sudoku to crossword puzzles. You’re a dog lover, but don’t have a pet. And you’re a kind soul.”

“That part I should probably keep to myself,” he said, brushing the glossy sheen of sweat from his deeply furrowed forehead.

“I think it’s sweet,” I said. “I find it charming in a man.”

“How many men have you dated?”

“Not many. But generally speaking, I think most men don’t like to show their softer, feminine side. At least, not in public.”

“Why do you think that is?” he asked.