Read Online Not Quite Dating by Catherine Bybee - Free Book Online

It’s late, and my…my sitter needs to get home.” OK, that was a crock. Monica didn’t need to go anywhere. Jessie had learned early on that talking about her sitter was a good way of telling a prospective date that she was a mother without the awkward Do you want to date a single mom conversation.
    Brad glanced at her left hand.
    “I’m not married,” she informed him, saving him the trouble of asking.
    He smiled again. No dimples, no spark to his brown eyes. At least she thought they were brown. It was hard to tell with the dim lighting.
    “How old are your children?”
    OK, he didn’t run screaming. Not a bad sign.
    “Child. I have a son. He’s five.”
    Brad lifted his chin. “I’ll bet he’s adorable, just like his mother.”
    Hookay, time to go . “Thanks, he’s the best.” She scooted away, but only a couple of steps. She peeked over her shoulder, sure someone was watching her.
    “Would you mind if I called you, Jessie? Maybe grab a cup of coffee or something?”
    Jessie had to stop herself from saying no. Why? she asked herself.
    Jack.
    Dammit.
    “That might be nice,” she found herself saying. “I like coffee.”
    He pulled out a pen from the inside of his suit pocket and a card. “I’m going out of town this week, but I’ll be back the beginning of next.”
    Jessie rambled off her number, which Brad happily wrote down.
    “I really should go.”
    He lifted his eyebrows and said, “I’ll see you later, then.”
    “OK, bye.”
    Jessie pulled her wrap close and fought a chillas she stepped back into the busy ballroom. She walked about three yards before she noticed Jack’s eyes on her. He glanced behind her, to the open patio doors, then back her way. Jessie had to force herself not to look behind her to see if Brad had walked in the room. She felt guilty as it was, which was stupid. She shouldn’t feel bad at all.
    She made her way to Jack’s side, forcing a calm smile on her face.
    “There you are,” he said when she was within earshot.
    “I needed to escape the cougar-lady after you left.”
    Jack was still watching the doorway.
    Jessie shifted on her feet. “Um, Jack, I think I should work my way home.” It was nearly midnight, and some of the guests had started to leave.
    Something shifted in Jack’s gaze.
    Jessie turned toward the patio doors and noticed Brad watching the two of them. He nodded his head to her before turning to talk to one of the guests.
    “Who’s that?” Jack asked.
    “Some guy.”
    “Some guy?”
    “Yeah, we met outside. He said his name was Brad. Do you know him?”
    Jack shook his head; all the while, he followed Brad’s movements. “No, can’t say as I do.”
    “He seemed nice enough.” Because not telling him was eating her up inside, she blurted out, “He asked me for my number.”
    When Jack’s head spun to her, she swallowed hard. Jack pissed wasn’t a happy look. The sparkle she liked to see in his eyes when he smiled took on a whole new level when he was ticked. “Come on, Jack, you know I’m here to meet someone.”
    “Someone I know that will do goodby you. That guy—”
    “Brad.”
    “Brad, what kind of name is Brad? He looks like a lawyer.”
    Jessie was sure Jack meant that as an insult, but a lawyer spelled stability to her. “Brad is a perfectly normal name and I don’t know what he does for a living.”
    “What do you know about him?”
    “Nothing, really.”
    “And you just gave him your number? He could be some wacko. Why don’t you let me do the matchmaking?”
    Jessie laughed. “Stop it. I doubt he’s a wacko.”
    Jack finally stopped staring at Brad and gazed down at her.
    “Thank you for your concern, but I’m a big girl. My judgment in people isn’t usually very far off.” As long as you weren’t counting Rory or Mathew.
    “I don’t know.” He glanced back at Brad.
    Jessie stood in front of him. “Don’t go doing anything stupid when I leave. Harassing the guests will get you fired.”
    “You’re