Page 36 of Love Is Brewing

Not when the guy looked like Elias.

And kissed like him.

Oh man. The thought of his lips on hers again had her squirming on the couch some.

They’d had dinner. A simple one that no one could accuse her of complaining about. She didn’t, nor did it occur to her to do.

She was just happy to be spending time with Elias.

They talked.

They laughed.

Then he kissed her senseless and had her fanning her face before she could stop herself.

Of course he smirked over it. She didn’t know many men who wouldn’t have.

Yanking her in for another one to see if he could get the same reaction might have just turned the dial on her arousal button causing the shifting on her couch thinking of it again.

“Point taken,” her mother said. “But your past men have proven otherwise.”

“And look at how well they all worked out. Maybe it’s nice to have someone that isn’t part of my world.”

“Phoebe, that sounds snobby right there.”

She threw her hand up in the air. “I’m not being snobby. I’m saying that it might be nice to not have to worry about a man that I’m competing with. Someone who knows the world I work in and is going to pat me on the head or mansplain things to me.”

Her mother laughed. “Got it. You didn’t say how you feel about Elias.”

“Mom, it’s been two dates.”

“In a short period. You said he’s good-looking.”

“He is that,” she said. “In a rough and rugged way. Man, does he wear a pair of jeans well.”

Her mother burst out laughing. “I’ve never heard you say anything like that before.”

“I’ve never thought it. I’ll be serious. Mom, he’s really nice. Dedicated to his career and proving he has what it takes and is thankful for his brother’s help. But I know he wants to be on his own.”

“Sounds like someone else I know,” her mother said.

“Yes. We have that in common. He probably works a lot more than me so he’s not going to complain when I’m working.”

“But are you going to complain if he is?” her mother asked.

“Nope,” she said. “I need to learn the ropes here. I have to meet people. I have to make a name for myself and Kelly Law. That is going to take time and I don’t want the pressure or the stress of any guy I’m spending time with to think I’m not giving him enough attention.”

Because that had happened in her life before too.

“I know you hate that,” her mother said.

“With a passion. I don’t like needy men. We are keeping this light.”

She didn’t think she was needy in the least and the last thing she wanted was to be with someone who wanted more than she could give.

Which was why she said she didn’t know how long she was going to be here.

Might as well put it out there so no long-term plans were being plotted on either end.

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