He placed his hands on her thighs. Wow, his skin was burning her, even through her dress and coat. Not that either were very thick or warm.
She shivered.
“Not going to work on it. I am what I am.”
“Are you like this with all your friends?”
“We’re not friends.”
“That’s not very nice.”
He sighed. A very long sigh. Then he stared up at her. Wow, he was gorgeous. He had a thick beard. His dark hair was a bit longer and slicked back on top and then shorter at the sides. And he was built large. Very large.
Hmm, she wondered if he was he large all over.
Don’t be crude, Maeve.
“I don’t have any friends.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.” Although he was quite forceful and blunt. That probably didn’t help him gain friends.
“It is true.”
“Well, maybe you just haven’t seen them in a while,” she suggested.
“Nope.”
“Hmm, I’m sure we can change your non-friend status.”
“Is that a social media thing?” he grumbled.
“I don’t do social media.”
He gave her a shocked look. “You don’t? I thought everyone did.”
“Do you?”
“No. But I don’t have any friends.”
“But maybe once you have friends, you’ll do social media.”
“Yeah, I can’t see that happening, girl.”
“Why don’t you have any friends?” she asked.
“Because people don’t like me.”
“I’m sure that’s not true, you seem, um, very likable. I’m sure you’re imagining it.”
He eyed her, giving her a look like she was full of shit.
Hmm. She could see where he might be an acquired taste. But everyone needed a friend. And then it came to her.
“That’s it. That’s how I’m going to repay you for what you did.”
“How?” He eyed her suspiciously. Maybe that was the way he always looked, because he’d stared at her like that a lot.
“I’m going to find you a friend.”