Page 176 of A Match Made in Vegas


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But that only makes him smile. "I like it a little better than I did a minute ago."

My chest warms. My stomach too. Maybe cheesy pickup lines work. Maybe they're clichés for a reason.

Maybe I should take him back to that demo apartment and have my way with him.

Or I could do it right here.

Right here is good.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Your dad—I begged him to help with the surprise," he says.

"Are you…" I don't know how to finish my thought. Is he looking for an apartment? Is he moving to New York? Is he mine.

"No. I have a place a few blocks from here," he says. "And a job. Alexander knows a lot of people."

"Are you…"

"I'm in an Airbnb right now," he says. "But I'm looking for a roomie. Do you know anyone looking for a place in New York?"

"I might," I say. "What's the neighborhood?"

"This one is nice," he says. "The firm is two avenues down."

Is that close or far by New York City standards? "The hospital is one subway stop away."

"That's a lucky coincidence," he says.

I nod. "This roomie, do you have any requirements?"

"I'm flexible on most things. She can have her own room or share mine. I'll cook. But she's got to do the dishes."

"And if she plays loud music?"

"I'm immune to that after twenty-six years with Cass."

My lips curl into a smile. "And sex?"

"Oh, well, of course, we're going to have sex. Isn't that what all roomies do?"

"That's what I hear," I say.

"What do you think?" His eyes meet mine. "Are you interested?"

"How soon can I move in?"

"I'm thinking… as soon as your dad leaves," he says.

"How about sooner?"

He smiles.

"How far is it to your place?"

"Ten minutes."

"How about eleven minutes?" I ask.

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