“Go ahead,” she agreed reluctantly.
He thought about it for a second, and then he asked, “What’s the worst lie you’ve ever told?”
“I don’t lie,” she replied instantly. “What’s the worst lieyou’veever told?”
“That I didn’t care,” he replied just as quickly.
“Who’d you tell it to?”
“Myself.” He lifted his glass.
The timer went off again.
“Switch,” she called out.
The next man approached their table.
“Go ahead to the next person,” she said to the guy.
Jamie raised his brow.
“Shut up,” she said, resetting the timer. She told everyone to go as she restarted it.
“My question,” he said, claiming it before she could get going.
She acquiesced with a nod. “Okay.”
“Were you hoping to meet someone here today?”
“No.” She bit her lip. “Well, maybe, even if it seemed too hopeful. But that was before I met you.”
Something in his chest eased. It was like the moment the lane cleared for him to kick the ball into the goal, when he could see the path so clearly and he knew he would win. “Then how—”
“My turn,” she said firmly. “Did you think you’d meet someone?”
Because he wanted her to be at ease, he said, “Erik is the one who’s looking for someone. Didier and I are moral support.”
“Then why didn’t you ask me out yesterday at my house?”
“Because I wasn’t certain that was what either of us wanted,” he answered honestly.
“And now?”
He looked her in the eye. “I know I want to see you as often as you’ll let me.”
She leaned in again, her hand on the table close to where he had his on his glass. “Are you looking for a vacation fling?”
“I believe it’s my turn to ask the question,” he replied mildly.
“Answer it,” she insisted.
He met her gaze so she could read the truth in his eyes. “I’ve had more flings in my life than any one person should. A fling isn’t what I’m looking for.”
“Whatareyou looking for?”
“In life? Or with a woman?”
“Both.”