He was making me miss it!
“What?” I snapped.
He lifted a hand that held the remote and paused the show.
Then he turned his head to me. “Do you watch this show because of that woman?”
I felt my brows draw together. “What woman?”
“The brunette who’s the spittin’ image of you.”
What was he talking about?
“Do you mean Stana Katic?” I asked.
“I don’t know her name. The tall knockout brunette.”
Jeez. Did he think I looked like Stana Katic, otherwise known as the most beautiful woman on American television today?
“You think I look like Kate Beckett?” I asked.
“Who’s Kate Beckett?” he asked back.
“Stana Katic. She plays Detective Kate Beckett, Castle’s partner on the show. Or, more accurately, Castle’s her partner,” I informed him.
“Then no. If she’s the gorgeous, bossy, badass homicide detective I just watched for the last five minutes, I don’t think you look like her. I think she’s the spittin’ image of you.”
Wow.
Cool!
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Babe,” he muttered, his eyes wandering back to the TV where Beckett was paused having a conversation with Castle, “fuck me, definitely seriously.”
This.
Was.
Awesome.
I didn’t share I felt that, nor did I tell him that wasn’t the reason I watched Castle (though it was part of it; Kate Beckett was the freaking bomb).
I just said the truth. “I never noticed.”
He looked back at me. “How could you not notice?”
I probably didn’t notice because I was paying more attention to Nathan Fillion.
Since this was the reason, the answer I gave Ren was a shrug.
Ren’s arm around me curled me closer, his head turned back to the TV and he hit play.
I turned my eyes to the TV and studied Kate Beckett.
She did kinda look like me.
Totally cool.