Page 49 of Surprisingly Us

She takes a sip of her Pelligrino and the bartender clears our plates.

I’ve never cared about my lack of career before but hearing Lettie list off all the things she’s involved with, all the ways she’s contributing to projects she’s passionate about, I’m suddenly embarrassed I have nothing to offer in return.

Lettie’s not the type of woman who’d be impressed simply by my wealth and status. She’s got goals and none of them is riding my dick or asking me to buy her expensive shit.

“Oh, I completely forgot I had some ice breaker questions for first dates.” She pulls out her phone.

I smile. “We’ve already been talking for an hour.”

“I know, but it’s easier to talk to you because we already know each other. We have history. I can’t rely on this comfortability with future dates.”

My brows raise at her use of the d-word. “Careful, we don’t want to bring back the hives.”

Her eyes widen as she brushes a hand against her chest.

“You’re good, Princess.” I grin before taking a drink of my whiskey. “Okay. Shoot.”

“They’re either-or questions. Do you prefer winter or summer?”

“Easy. Summer.”

“I’m a winter gal. I love when the city is decorated for the holidays and snow is falling. Cozy blankets and hot tea in front ofa fireplace.” Her face turns all dreamy and it makes me wish she could have all those things right now.

“You make it sound so appealing.”

“That’s because it is.” She scrolls on her phone. “Okay, next question. Beach or ski vacation?”

“Ski.”

“You just said you prefer summer, so why a ski vacation?” she asks.

“During the summer, the beach is great, but if there’s a chance to go skiing, then I’m there.”

“Hmm. It’s the beach for me. I don’t ski.”

“You never learned?” I ask.

“It’s a liability. I don’t want to get injured on the slopes and risk my dancing career.”

“So, the beach it is.”

She sighs. “Yeah, if I ever took a break, I would lie on the beach all day. Maybe read a book. Swim. Just relax.”

“Sounds like a good time to me.”

Her expression is wistful. “It’s not happening anytime soon, but maybe someday.”

She takes a drink of charged water, then turns back to her phone.

I nod for her to continue questioning.

“Guacamole or salsa?”

I shake my head and press my lips into a firm line. “Tough question. Guacamole if I’m having tacos, salsa if I’m having nachos.”

“You’re not answering the questions correctly. It’s one or the other. You can’t have your cake and eat it, too.”

“Mmm. I love cake. Is that a question on your list?”

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