“So you’re going to go out with him? When he asks, I mean?” I’d told Beckie about my match, and about my bet with Trace. “For cheese?”
“Not for cheese. For respect. I can’t lose a bet.”
“You’re sure you have no ulterior motive? What if you really are perfect for each other?”
“Meh.” I shrugged. I was pretending that there was nothing more to it. This was about Wensleydale cheese, and if you’ve ever tried it, you’d understand exactly why.
Though there might have been a little more to it. Something only my body was ready to admit. My mind was a stubborn bitch. “The only reason I’m even considering going on a date with Fuerte is because Trace ate all my fancy cheese.”
“You do realize that sounds insane.” Beckie sipped her pinot noir and stared at me across the table at our favorite wine bar downtown as we sat after work on Thursday night.
“I don’t care.”
“You like him.”
“I actually think I might hate him.”
“He’s really hot though.” She raised her glass to tap it with mine.
I tapped glasses with her and smiled as I took a sip of my wine. “That he is.”
But all the planning and betting and chatting with Beckie about Fernando’s clear hotness did nothing to prepare me for what actually happened next.
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Delancey Stewart is an award-winning author who writes romantic fiction
with humor and heart.
Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She’s been a
pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wineseller.
A wife and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate
captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these
efforts at her current home outside Washington D.C.