weekends, my mum and her sisters always do these big family meals, so I picked up things watching them.”
“You’re just a sea of contradictions. Fashionista rock star drummer and domestic god.”
He chuckled. “I like that. Maybe I’ll update my website profile.”
She pointed at the TV. “Here, this is the part you need to watch so you know who’s who.”
As much as she wanted to focus on the TV, she kept sneaking peeks at Ben. His profile was nothing short of stunning—high cheekbones, narrow nose, insanely strong jaw. He seemed totally engrossed in the opening of the show.
“Let me get this straight.” He put down his pasta bowl and grabbed a slice of crusty bread. “All these women are willing to date the same guy, all at once, in hopes that he marries one at the end?”
“Yep.”
“And you think this is a reasonable way to find a mate?”
She laughed, twirling another forkful of pasta. “I never said reasonable, it’s just entertaining. And you never know where you’re going to meet the love of your life. Could happen anywhere, at any time.”
“True enough.”
Chapter Seven
Julia couldn’t believe he sat through the next hour and a half of the show, not only watching but commenting. No one had ever watched the show with her and it was much more fun to have someone to talk with about all the contestants. His observations intrigued her.
“That girl’s not into him at all,” he said. “She’s just there to have some time on TV. Poor bloke seems to really like her though.”
“How can you tell?” She was in complete agreement but that was from years of watching the show, she wanted to know what he was basing his opinion on. To her surprise, he took the remote and rewound.
“See that there, when he turns away and her body language immediately changes? She’s just looking for camera time and she hasn’t realized that the cameras are on her even when she’s not with him.”
“Good observation. You sure you’re not a closeted reality TV fan?”
He laughed. “Quite. But I’ve had my share of experience with women seeking a moment in the limelight.”
“I’ll bet.” She took another sip of wine, wondering if it was the alcohol or Ben that was making her lightheaded. “So what about him? What makes you think he likes her?”
“Right here.” He hit the slow motion button. “He’s making eye contact with her even when the other girls are talking. You can tell he’s looking for a reason to touch her. See.” He paused. Sure enough the guy’s hand was against her back “helping” her sit down.
“You’re good.” Julia was impressed.
“You’ve no idea.” Ben handed her the remote. “While we’re paused, I’ll grab dessert. You need more wine?”
“No, I’m fine.” She watched him saunter into the kitchen, his swagger more relaxed but still there. He looked just as good going as he did coming. She chuckled at the pun, unable to keep from picturing the look on his face when they were in bed together.
Julia was practically glowing, looking cozy and relaxed and incredibly desirable. Her impish grin made him want to toss aside the box of desserts and carry her straight to bed. “What are you up to with that smirk?”
“Nothing.” She feigned innocence.
“That smile wasn’t nothing.”
“There’s a hot guy bringing me a box of pastries, what’s not to smile about?”
“So you think I’m hot, do you?”
“Especially carrying pastries.”
“Perhaps I should get a job as a delivery boy for a bakeshop.”
“I don’t know. I bet plenty of women go for the whole drummer thing you’ve got going on.”
“I’m not interested in what plenty of women want. Only you.” He popped open the box and set it between them.
Julia sat with her fork poised in her long fingers. “Have you had any of these before?”
“Nope.”
She moaned. “You have to try the pumpkin mousse cheesecake. It’s one of my favorite things in the world and they only
“You’re just a sea of contradictions. Fashionista rock star drummer and domestic god.”
He chuckled. “I like that. Maybe I’ll update my website profile.”
She pointed at the TV. “Here, this is the part you need to watch so you know who’s who.”
As much as she wanted to focus on the TV, she kept sneaking peeks at Ben. His profile was nothing short of stunning—high cheekbones, narrow nose, insanely strong jaw. He seemed totally engrossed in the opening of the show.
“Let me get this straight.” He put down his pasta bowl and grabbed a slice of crusty bread. “All these women are willing to date the same guy, all at once, in hopes that he marries one at the end?”
“Yep.”
“And you think this is a reasonable way to find a mate?”
She laughed, twirling another forkful of pasta. “I never said reasonable, it’s just entertaining. And you never know where you’re going to meet the love of your life. Could happen anywhere, at any time.”
“True enough.”
Chapter Seven
Julia couldn’t believe he sat through the next hour and a half of the show, not only watching but commenting. No one had ever watched the show with her and it was much more fun to have someone to talk with about all the contestants. His observations intrigued her.
“That girl’s not into him at all,” he said. “She’s just there to have some time on TV. Poor bloke seems to really like her though.”
“How can you tell?” She was in complete agreement but that was from years of watching the show, she wanted to know what he was basing his opinion on. To her surprise, he took the remote and rewound.
“See that there, when he turns away and her body language immediately changes? She’s just looking for camera time and she hasn’t realized that the cameras are on her even when she’s not with him.”
“Good observation. You sure you’re not a closeted reality TV fan?”
He laughed. “Quite. But I’ve had my share of experience with women seeking a moment in the limelight.”
“I’ll bet.” She took another sip of wine, wondering if it was the alcohol or Ben that was making her lightheaded. “So what about him? What makes you think he likes her?”
“Right here.” He hit the slow motion button. “He’s making eye contact with her even when the other girls are talking. You can tell he’s looking for a reason to touch her. See.” He paused. Sure enough the guy’s hand was against her back “helping” her sit down.
“You’re good.” Julia was impressed.
“You’ve no idea.” Ben handed her the remote. “While we’re paused, I’ll grab dessert. You need more wine?”
“No, I’m fine.” She watched him saunter into the kitchen, his swagger more relaxed but still there. He looked just as good going as he did coming. She chuckled at the pun, unable to keep from picturing the look on his face when they were in bed together.
Julia was practically glowing, looking cozy and relaxed and incredibly desirable. Her impish grin made him want to toss aside the box of desserts and carry her straight to bed. “What are you up to with that smirk?”
“Nothing.” She feigned innocence.
“That smile wasn’t nothing.”
“There’s a hot guy bringing me a box of pastries, what’s not to smile about?”
“So you think I’m hot, do you?”
“Especially carrying pastries.”
“Perhaps I should get a job as a delivery boy for a bakeshop.”
“I don’t know. I bet plenty of women go for the whole drummer thing you’ve got going on.”
“I’m not interested in what plenty of women want. Only you.” He popped open the box and set it between them.
Julia sat with her fork poised in her long fingers. “Have you had any of these before?”
“Nope.”
She moaned. “You have to try the pumpkin mousse cheesecake. It’s one of my favorite things in the world and they only
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