Not surprisingly, I said, “Maybe just one.”
* * * *
“Something about you is familiar,” Ryker said as we sat next to each other, beer bottles now empty. I was a little fuzzy in the head.
“That a line you use on every guy you meet?” There was no way he could guess who I was. I hoped.
He smiled. “No, just you.” Before I could comment on that, he continued, “There’s this guy at work. Curly brown hair, brown eyes, skinny, wears mouth braces. Prickly.”
I beg your pardon? What was I, a rosebush?
Shrugging, he continued, “He doesn’t let people in too close, that I’ve noticed.” He cocked his head. “You have a similar vibe.” He stared at me as if waiting for me to say something, but I wasn’t sure what.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked, pretending indifference as I used a fingernail to pick at the bottle’s label.