Page 107 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

His smile was easy. “What scares you?”

“Everything.”

“Everything?”

I rested my chin on my hands. “Meeting new people, job interviews, going on dates.”

“Going on dates?”

I lifted my chin. “Yes. I used to date before I met Matt.”

This caught his attention. “Tell me.”

“I was a disaster dater.”

“I doubt that very much. Tell me your worst date.”

“You tell me yours.”

“You first.”

I thought for a moment. “This guy came into our gallery a lot. He seemed like a charming gentleman, so I was pleased when he asked me out. He took me to an art show and held my hand, and he even gave me this beautiful kiss. We went for dinner. Suddenly he looks up, and his face falls.”

“Uh-oh.”

“It was his girlfriend. She walked in with some friends. She was clueless when she came over. She kissed him, and he told her that I was a client. Then he invited her and her friends to join us.”

“No way. Did you bust him?”

I shook my head. “I was so mortified, for both her and myself, I couldn’t. After five minutes, I excused myself to go to the washroom and instead walked out of the restaurant.”

Sympathetic eyes looked at me. “What a dick.”

“That scared me off men for a while. What about you?”

He squinted. “Worst first date?”

“Yeah.”

He grinned. “It’s bad.”

“Do tell.”

“I met her at a bar, and she was hot. So I phoned her and asked her out. Usually, I pick my dates up at their place, but she insisted on meeting me at a bar. Well, when I walked into the bar she was already loaded. Then she picked a fight with the biggest guy in the bar by throwing a drink at him, and when he was understandably pissed, she told him that her boyfriend would hurt him. It took me a few moments to realize she was talking about me. I didn’t want to fight him, so I ended up spending way too much money settling his tab. The date was over before it started. I drove her home, and she puked into her purse. When we pulled up at her house, daddy was waiting for her on the porch.”

“No!”

“She was 15, but I swear she looked like she was at least 22.”

“Jackson!” I started laughing.

“Her dad was resigned. He knew exactly what his daughter was like.”

“Oh, my God.”

“Do you understand why Alien needs to be a boy?”

Jackson’s phone rang.

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