Chapter 37

Forty-five minutes later, he and Wendy were curled up on his couch, munching on potato chips and finishing off the last of the sandwiches. Though she was not what Hollywood would consider a beauty, he had always been enamored by her vibrant red hair and freckles. She smiled, and the world was a brighter place. If she’d been a man, Jack might not ever have fallen for Paul Dunham.

“I can’t believe he kissed you back.” It had been her common refrain since hearing it. “Are you sure you’re remembering that right? You were pretty drunk.”

“I’ve been telling you for two weeks the man was interested.” Jack stretched his legs and propped his heels up on the coffee table. “Not that it’s going to make a difference now. There’s too much attention on us.”

“It sounds like he’s trying to make amends, though. He asked you out to dinner.”

“To talk about this mentor business. That’s just work.”

“It’s more than what he was offering before.”