Romancing the Grump (Appies, #4)

by Jenny Proctor

I like the idea of Nathan trying to impress me way too much, which gives me a terrible sense of whiplash. Why would the same guy who was borderline rude and dismissive in the parking lot at the start of the week be trying to impress me at the end of the week? I’ve seen Nathan exactly three times since the team meeting on Monday morning. Once when I dropped by Gracie’s place to return a sweater I borrowed, and he happened to be leaving Felix’s place, which is right next door. Once when we arrived at the Summit at the same time, and yes, I did park in his parking space, and no, he did not complain. And once when we were leaving the Summit. All three times were completely coincidental and random, and all three times, he barely acknowledged my presence. I take a long swig of my water, hoping it will do something to tamp down the pleasant warmth spreading through my belly from Parker’s words. My belly has no business feeling warm or fluttery or anything when it comes to that man. I don’t care what I said before about warm fuzzy feelings of recognition, and I don’t care how good Nathan smelled every single stupid time I ran into him. He’s either interested or he’s not, and he’s clearly not. That’s not rocket science. “He has no reason to want to impress me,” I say to Parker, satisfied that my words sound balanced and logical and utterly convincing. “I basically asked him out the last time we met, and he didn’t take the bait. He made it clear he’s not interested.” Parker purses h...