Page 28 of Biggest Player
He shrugs. “I don’t remember.”
“Don’t you dare lie to me.”
He stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jeans, probably the only dude in this place wearing denim.
“Enough to buy a LEGO set.”
Dang. Those can be expensive.
He must have been desperate. “Was your date so terrible that you had to hire a child to do your dirty work?”
Dex shrugs. “I’m sure other people have had worse, but the ankle monitor was throwing me off.”
Ankle monitor?
Welp, now I have a million questions.
I’m dying for details but don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I want to know details.
“And you paid Wyatt to ...” My voice trails off so he can fill in the blanks.
“Ruin the date.”
“And she ruined it by ... doing what?”
“By pretending to be one of my eleven illegitimate children.” He punctuates the sentence with a hard eye roll.
If I had a glass of water or wine held up to my lips, I would have spit it out with those last words.
“Did you say eleven illegitimate children?”
He laughs, tipping back his head. “She was calling me Dad and told my date about how she had ten siblings and has a reptile room at my house.” Laughs some more. “Snakes make me vomit, by the way—she was pulling things out of her ass.” He continues chuckling. “Classic Wyatt.”
Yeah. Classic Wyatt, I guess.
My eyes go wide. “You have a reptile room at your house?”
“No, she was making things up as she went along.” He leans back in his chair. “She’s a great actress. You should put her in classes.”
I feel my eyebrows rise. “You think she needs to learn how to be better at making shit up? No thank you, we’re not paying for the privilege when she could teach the class.” I hesitate, knowing I should get back to my parents and my cold entrée. “Why would you bring a first date to a place like this?”
“Because I’m a fucking moron?”
“That sounds accurate.”
“Gee, thanks.” His mouth is set in a grim line.
I tilt my head to the side, studying him. He looks exactly the way he did in those photos, the ones I’d accused him of faking.
Shit.
Even so, I don’t mention the dating app. I don’t tell him we matched. I don’t tell him I accused him of being a fraud. He doesn’t need to know I’m the woman who argued with him over petty bullshit in the Kissmet app.
Not worth it.
This man is an Adonis, and I saw the woman he was with. No way is a mousy elementary teacher his type.
“Well. Good luck to you, then. I should get back to my family.”
