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“Is he attractive?”
“Uh, very attractive. You two would make beautiful babies.”
Jules ignored the baby reference. “Is he wearing normal socks?”
Paige raised the fork to her mouth. “Yes,” she answered, taking the bite. Then, her mouth partially full, added, “And a tie.”
“A tie?”
“A blue one that matches his eyes. Which means your babies would have beautiful blue eyes—”
“That would probably need corrective eyewear,” Jules pointed out.
Paige gave her a reproachful look. “His glasses look like basic readers. I doubt he wears them all the time.”
“But what if he does?”
“I don’t know.” Paige shrugged, soaking another bite of sushi in soy sauce before eating it. “What if he does?”
“I’ve never dated anyone who wore glasses all the time. I think it would be weird. You know, during sex and … whatnot.”
“I’m pretty sure people who wear glasses all the time take them off during sex and … whatnot.”
Jules grabbed another piece of shrimp tempura. “Does he have spiked hair with gel in it? Because I really hate that. It’s like trying to run your fingers through a cactus plant.”
“No spiked hair, or hair gel.”
“Manicure?”
“I can’t tell. He has nice hands, though,” Paige said, then jabbed her fork at Jules, who looked like she wasn’t done asking questions. “Anything else you need to know about the guy checking you out, you can find out for yourself by doing your own recon. I need to give my Samurai roll some attention.”
Discreetly, Jules glanced over for several moments to do a fairly thorough inventory, then turned back. “He’s not bad. He has that distinguished, Clark Kent thing going for him. But he’s probably married, with a couple of kids playing in a soccer league.”
Paige started to point out she didn’t think the man would’ve been checking Jules out with such interest if he was married and had kids (hopefully), but before that thought could be voiced out loud, the waitress stopped at his table with his check. He took the leather folder with his left hand, which put his bare ring finger on display, and chuckled at something she said as he glanced at his bill. Then, while she waited, he took some cash out of his wallet, put it in the folder, and handed it back with a smile.
Jules pursed her lips for a moment. “So, he appears to be single. And has a nice voice. But it doesn’t matter,” she said. “He looks like a lawyer. And I don’t do lawyers. Not even extremely hot ones.”
Despite Jules’s objections, it was obvious to Paige that Jules was covertly keeping tabs on the man as he stood and put on his suit jacket, then picked up his book. As he started to make his way to their table, her expression turned to one of guarded anticipation.
Up close, he appeared to be in his late thirties, slightly older than Paige had thought. He had fine lines around his eyes and mouth, and strands of silver in his dark, wavy hair, but as was the case with most men, it only added to his attractiveness, rather than detracting from it. He also seemed to be a tad uncertain, clearing his throat before speaking.
“Hello,” he said, looking from one woman to the other. “I’m Malcom Hodge.”
Paige knew that even though he was addressing them both, he was really here for Jules. Deciding to introduce herself first, she extended a hand. “Paige Clemons.”
“Nice to meet you, Paige,” Malcom said politely, shaking her hand with a nice, firm handshake she approved of, before pivoting toward Jules.
With a quick, irritated glare at Paige for literally forcing her hand, Jules exchanged handshakes with Malcom. “Jules Shaw.”
“Nice to meet you, Jules.”
Malcom looked down at her for a long moment, then seemed to realize he’d come over to their table for a reason. Clearing his throat again, he said, “First, let me start off by saying that I normally don’t approach women in restaurants—”
“You don't?” Jules asked, her expression clearly saying, And yet, here you are, approaching a woman in a restaurant.
“No. And especially not after she’s already been approached by another man.”
Jules gave him a long, assessing look, quickly coming to the conclusion he must have seen the previous encounter with Brent. “Then why are you, now?”
