Reckless (Mason Family #3) - Adriana Locke Page 0,21
having dinner together, regardless of where it was happening.”
It’s not so much what she says but how she says it—with a bashful yet hopeful lilt to her tone—that seals the deal.
She wants me here. She just doesn’t want to admit it.
“Libby’s a smart girl,” I say, turning toward the cabinet and finding the plates. I take out two. “When is she coming back?”
“Next weekend.”
I offer her a plate. She pauses before she reaches for it. I toss her a wink that gets an eye roll as a response.
“I leave Saturday, and she comes in on Sunday,” she says, giving in to the fact that we’re having dinner together. “We’ll barely miss each other.”
“You don’t want to stay and see her?”
I take the lid off the spaghetti. Jaxi hands me a pair of tongs.
“I do, but I couldn’t change my ticket without a fee, and I don’t want to pay that. I’m cheap,” she says. “Besides, she and Ted are on some kind of second honeymoon, and I don’t want to ruin their vibe.”
We put piles of pasta on our plates. I add a piece of garlic bread to mine and then add one to hers. She presses her lips together in a subdued grin.
“A second honeymoon sounds fun,” I say, trying to keep the ambience light. “Maybe Ted will be so sexed out that he wouldn’t mind having a houseguest.”
Jaxi makes a face. “I’d rather not think about Ted and sex, if you don’t mind.”
“What? He’s not your type?”
She snorts. “Not if he was the last man on Earth.”
No surprise there. He shot way above his pay grade with Libby.
I take both of our plates to the table. Jaxi retrieves two glasses from the dishwasher.
“What would be your type then?” I ask. “Are you more of an Aquaman kind of girl?”
“No. Well, I’m not saying I’d tell Jason Momoa no …” She laughs. “But I don’t think I have a type, to be honest.”
I take a seat at the table and try to ignore the idea of her with Jason Momoa.
“I think everyone has a type,” I tell her, trying to distract myself. “Or at least a type that they’re most attracted to.”
She sets a glass of ice water in front of me and then takes the seat across the table.
“That’s probably true, I guess,” she says. “I’ve always associated the idea of someone being my type with compatibility. Maybe if I associate it with attraction, it would work out better.”
“Are you saying you’re not compatible with the men you’re attracted to?”
She makes a face. “Honestly? I’m not sure that I’m compatible with anyone, attraction aside.”
“Oh, please.”
She gets situated in her chair and refuses to make eye contact. “What kind of a woman are you attracted to?”
Right now? You.
As if she knows what’s going through my brain, she looks up. My gaze is pinned on her. Her head tilts to the side, almost as a warning, before she picks up her fork and refocuses on her plate.
I pick up my fork too. “I’m usually attracted to women who have a great smile, can laugh at themselves, and are inherently kind.”
Her fork stalls in the air.
“What?” I ask.
“That’s a load of bullshit if I’ve ever heard it.”
I laugh. “No, it’s not.”
“It is too.” She sets her fork down on the edge of her plate. “You’re trying to tell me that you aren’t attracted to women based on their physical appearance first?”
“Fine. Great smile, great laugh, kindness, and a nice ass. Better?”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t know if it’s better, but at least it’s more honest.”
“Actually, that’s not more honest,” I contend, spiraling some spaghetti onto my fork. “I’m attracted to women I think are beautiful. But there’s no hard and fast rule as to what that means.”
“Of course there is.”
“No, there’s not.” I pause to figure out how to explain this to her. “Let’s take my brother Holt’s girlfriend, Blaire. She’s beautiful. She has long, dark hair and an air of sophistication about her that makes her seem exotic or untouchable. It’s hot.”
Jaxi nods. “That’s an interesting way to talk about your brother’s girlfriend, but okay. Got you.”
“He’d expect as much.” I wink. “Now, as a comparison, let’s take you.”
Her eyes go wide. “Oh, no. Let’s not.”
“Let’s do.” I lean forward. “You may not be tall or have dark hair or have that icy vibe that Blaire has going on that works so well for her, but …”