Chapter 6

But he wasn’t Alexi.

All he could think of during the entire dinner was that he couldn’t stand the idea of Alexi leaving. He’d barely heard a word Lou said and he felt like a gigantic ass.

“You aren’t listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” Lou asked, smiling slightly.

The glass of wine he’d lifted to his lips froze mere inches from his mouth. “I’m…I’m sorry.”

Lou waved his hand. “At least you didn’t bother to lie.”

Roach lowered his wine glass to the table. “It’s not you.”

“Oh, Christ, I’m getting the it’s not you, it’s mespeech on the first date,” Lou joked. “Lucky me.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Roach felt himself flush.

“There’s someone else, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Lou nodded. “I hoped that it wasn’t you didn’t find me attractive at least.”

“Are you kidding? You’re gorgeous.” And he was, too. Tall, dark, and handsome in a sexy macho Latino sort of way that would normally melt Roach’s insides. But he wasn’t a graceful brunet ice-skater with sky blue eyes to die for.