The way just—being with her made me want to be better—and do better.
“I have to tell you something first.”
She rolled her eyes in that dramatic fashion she had.
“You said we were done with question period.”
“We are. This is something I have to tell you before—well, before.”
“What? You dye your hair?”
I raised my eyebrows. “No, should I?”
“Never. Especially when you start going gray. Guys always look hotter with salt and pepper hair.”
This took a turn.
“Um, I’ll make a note of that. But, no, it has nothing to do with my hair.”
“Um, then you have a secret love child?”
This time my eyebrows raised to my hairline.
My very intact hairline.
“Not that I know of.”
“Okay, you look all serious, so I thought I’d throw that out there. I mean, if it can happen to Beau Moreau, it can happen to anyone.”
I frowned at her. “I’m careful.”
She shrugged, then nonchalantly said, “I’m sure he was, too.”
“I don’t have any love children, Lexi.” I narrowed my gaze at her.
“Okay, okay. Then what is it?”
Was I going to do this?
Was I really going to do this?
I could throw this out there—and have it land like a dead fish.
Or, it could completely change the course of my life.
I’d never been afraid of losing anything.
Not really.
But right now, with the whole world beneath me—I was truly afraid.
Afraid that Lexi didn’t feel the same way about me that I felt about her.
Afraid I was about to screw up the only good thing I had in my life.
I wasn’t a betting man—but for this, I was going all in.
“Lexi, I love you. I know we practically just met, and it doesn’t make sense to love someone this quickly—but I do. And I—”