Page 8 of Only You

“If you were my girlfriend, I’d probably know all about your cycle.”

“But I’m not your girlfriend,” she reminded him.

Jack sighed.

“What’s wrong now?” she asked.

“I didn’t think this would be so complicated.”

“What do you mean?”

Jack twisted his cup in his hands. “Someone sort of hit on me this morning.”

Kayla chuckled. “Sort of?”

“She’s a receptionist at one of the offices I called on.”

“Of course,” Kayla said.

He frowned. “What do you mean by that?”

“Never mind. Just continue.”

“Anyway, she asked if I was single, and I said I had a girlfriend.”

“Aw. How sweet,” Kayla teased.

Jack shook his head. “I felt guilty for lying.”

“Let me ask you this. If you didn’t have a girlfriend, would you have gone out with her?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

Kayla took a drink. “You still could, you know.”

“That would be cheating.”

She laughed at his mortified expression. “Not in this case.”

Jack shook his head. “I can only manage one woman at a time, thank you very much.”

Kayla raised her eyebrows. “Manage? Is that what you think this is?”

Jack held up his hands in surrender. “Sorry. Wrong word choice.”

“I’m serious, though. I’m not going to stop you from going out with someone else while we’re cohabitating.”

“Is that what you’re planning to do?” He sounded disappointed.

She shrugged. “I’m off dating, but I suppose that could change if the right guy comes along.”

Jack tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

“What?” she prompted him.

“How would you explain to this guy that you’re living with me?”

Kayla grinned. “You could be gay.”