Hypothesis: Patrick Murphy is a talented potential friend with benefits. But the relationship part? That's destined to end in misery.
Evidence: Imogen's past relationships (see the ex-boyfriend who called me "heartless"), Patrick's ease of coming and going (or is that a positive? It means he gets it), Imogen's complicated, messy history. Does a guy like Patrick want messy?
Or…
Are all those things reasons why I should try this?
Sure, I'm no good at love.
But sex?
Well, I may or may not be talented there, but Patrick enjoyed himself enough to request a second round. So I'm 1 for 1, so far.
Sex: 1 for 1.
Relationships: 0 for 1 (four, if you count high school boyfriends).
The sound of the door breaks my concentration.
Jade steps inside with a yawn. She hangs her coat on the hook by the door and places her purse over it.
"You're up?" She eyes my spot on the couch curiously.
"Can't sleep," I say.
"You had sex."
How the hell can she tell that?
"You did! Details."
"Why are you so interested in sex?" I ask.
"It's all biology, baby. I thought you'd understand."
If she's referring to me as a fellow scientist, well, that's a first. People in the so-called hard sciences usually dismiss the so-called soft sciences. "We had a nice time."
"And…"
"What else is there to say?"
"Who? When? Where? How? Why?"
"A guy I met recently. An hour or two ago. Here. I texted him. And… do I really need to explain why?"
"What guy?"
"A friend of a friend." That's true enough.
"So, it was a booty call?"
"Basically."
"Strictly sexual. That is how I like it. But you… I don't know."
I raise a brow.
"You're a nice girl."