Lucky Suit by Blakely Lauren

Author:Blakely, Lauren
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Little Dog Press
Published: 2019-10-07T16:00:00+00:00

11

Kristen

I can’t quite put my finger on it.

It’s almost as if he’s not the guy I’ve been chatting with on the dating site.

But he looks exactly like his online photo, which is rare. Usually they’re a few years off, give or take. This guy looks precisely like his shot, almost like his picture was snapped a few days ago. Plus, Mac is so handsome, it’s almost unreal.

Still, it’s as if we’re in parallel worlds—close, but not quite running on the same track.

So even though I’ve earned my five questions, and even though I should make them meaningful, getting-to-know-you ones, like What book would you read if stranded on a desert island?, or ones that highlight a person’s sense of humor, like If you’re clean when you get out of the shower, how does a towel become dirty?, I opt for something simpler in the hope that I can figure out if we’re connecting or disconnecting.

I gesture to the mural of the flamingo. “Wouldn’t it be funny if the color of our hair was a result of our diet?” He gives me a look that says I’m borderline bonkers, so I explain. “Flamingos are pink because of the pigments in their food. Carotenoids. And they eat pink food—shrimp, algae, crustaceans . . .”

He points to the saucy birds ornamenting the side of a building. “That does sound familiar. I remember learning that at some point. Now, have you ever thought about this twist—what if they ate blue fish or green birds? Would they be a different color?”

“We’d probably have emerald-green flamingos all over our mugs, license plates, and other gift shop trinkets.”

His fingers grip his skull then explode. “A whole different spectrum of tchotchkes.”

“It’s odd, isn’t it? I’m pretty sure in this flamingo-carotenoid universe, I’d be green. I’m secretly addicted to kale.”

He looks at his watch. “I’m going to have to leave right now.”

“Why?” I laugh.

He crosses his arms. They’re quite toned, I notice. His biceps look nice and strong and would feel great wrapped around me, I bet. A zing shoots down my chest as he shakes his head. “No one is secretly addicted to kale. So you’re either an alien or a robot or a celebrity on a fad diet, and I can’t date any of those.”

I smile. I love that he keeps saying “date.” It makes me feel like we’re both enjoying this in equal amounts.

I lean toward connecting.

I hold up my hand like I’m taking an oath. “I do. I love it. I make no bones about it.”

“No one loves kale. It takes like ten years to finish one leaf.”

“You’ve never had my roasted kale with sunflower seeds,” I say, as if I’m offering a seductive treat.

“While I do like the way you talk it up, I’m sure I will never eat it.” He steps closer. “Feel free to offer something else though.”

“Chocolate cookies with raisins?” I purr.

He laughs. Definitely connecting.

“Okay, what color would your hair be?” I ask, using this chance to check him out more.

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