“I didn’t call you. I think I’d remember if I called you.”
Tucker glanced down next to me and saw my phone. My eyes landed on it, and I picked it up. Pulling up my call log, I saw I had indeed called Tucker about an hour ago.
Shit. Why cruel world, why?
“Oh, I laid down on the sofa and must have accidentally called you.”
The grin that moved over his face made me want to stand up and slap it off him.
He folded his arms across his thick chest, making those pecs appear even bigger.
Look away from his massive chest, Charlie.
Thick, stocky chests were my weakness. Correction: Tucker’s thick, stocky, sexy-as-hell chest was my weakness.
“So, did you have my number pulled up or something?”
“What?” I asked, a nervous chuckle slipping from my lips. “No!”
Good night, nurse. Even I thought that sounded like a lie.
He sat down on the leather chair across from my sofa and stared at me with a look of something akin to sadness appearing on his face.
“I only went out with her twice and nothing happened.”
Please don’t let the relief show on my face. Please.
“What do I care? What you do on your dates is your business.”
Leaning back, he put his foot over his leg, and I couldn’t help but use that as an excuse to eye him up.
Damn it. Why does he have to be so good looking? He looked amazing in that tight black T-shirt. Every time he moved it showed the definition of his muscles.
Ugh. I hate him.
“You don’t care?”
I wanted to reply that I really didn’t give two flying fucks, but instead, my stupid heart won out over my brain.
“Maybe a little. Did you sleep with her?”
“No. I already said nothing happened,” he answered.
“Kiss her?”
“Yes.”
My chest squeezed with a strange pain.
That’s jealousy, you stupid bitch.
“Oh,” I whispered.
“I kissed her on the cheek the first night when the date was over. The second date, which was another setup date, she kissed me first. On the lips.”
Chewing on the corner of my lip, I asked, “Did you kiss her back?”
“No.”