Chapter 11

“Can’t seem to find a good one. ‘M startin’ to think there’s somethin’ wrong with me.”

He huffs and rolls his eyes. “Please.”

I shrug.

“What areyou looking for in a guy?”

“‘M not picky.”

“Tell me.”

I shove away my plate and rest my forearms on the bar, hands clutching the cup. “I want…someone who wants the same things in life I do. Stability. Mutual respect. A quiet life with love and companionship. And I want someone who’ll let me take care of him.” My cheeks heat when I reveal my secret, but I keep going. “I’ve always had this need to take care of people. Aubrey said Ma could move in with her when she got sick, but I wanted to be there for Ma. She took such good care of us when we were kids. Besides, it makes me feel good.”

He covers my hands with his, the warmth of his palms blazing against my skin, and his touch gives me the courage to go on. “I want someone who sees the real me and likes what he sees. I don’t wanna be lonely all the time.”