Page 18 of Falling For You

“Does it matter?” he teased, throwing my words back at me.

I chuckled and nodded. “Okay. I get it. I’ll try to let my guard down a little. Your type just hits a little too close to home.”

His ears perked up. “So, I’m your type?”

“Weremy type,” I corrected.

“Tell me more.”

I laughed as the server came over, and Owen ordered a beer, and the server promised to bring me another Coke.

“I did some hardcore soul searching and realized that I tended to go after the emotionally unavailable men who put work first and relationships second.”

He touched his heart. “That stings.”

I chuckled as the server brought drinks over. “Is it true, though?”

Owen groaned and kept his gaze on his beer. “Maybe.”

“When was the last serious relationship you had?”

His gaze flickered to mine with a hint of amusement. “Never.”

I gasped, and the table of people next to us looked over.

“I don’t believe it.”

He grimaced and shook his head. “I don’t have any reason to lie.”

“What if you’re just trying to make it seem to me like you’re one of the good ones, a diamond in the rough?”

Owen’s green eyes sharpened on me. “Most women would see a guy nearing forty never really having a serious relationship as a red flag.”

I shrugged, and he laughed.

“Wait a second. Have you never had a serious relationship?” His brows raised slightly as he took a sip of his drink.

“Don’t turn this around on me,” I said, laughing.

“So, it’s true.”

“Whatever. Let’s switch subjects.” I eyed him nervously. “Now, why are you here?”

“Afraid I still can’t say.”

“Can’t say or don’t want to say?”

He shifted in the booth. “Both.”

Owen’s eyes held mine briefly, and I felt another flush roll through my body.

This was the exact type of guy I’d fall head over heelsfor in my prior life.

Not tonight.

Liam walked over to our booth, leaned against the side, and smiled. “Sorry to interrupt, but Evie has to get up at four tomorrow, so she’s headed out.”

Evie was nowhere to be seen, so I nodded and ushered Liam to sit beside me.

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