The Perfect Mistake (The Connovan Chronicles #2)

by Olivia Hayle

“Did you seal the deal, at least?” I ask. “Think you’re getting a second date?” He lifts an eyebrow. “If I want it, I always get a second date.” Oh. Something tightens in the pit of my stomach. “Aren’t you awfully confident?” I ask. “Just realistic,” he says. His thick hair is starting to dry. It’s usually neatly brushed back, but now it’s turning just a bit unruly. “The annoying part is that you’re probably right,” I say. “I noticed how all the parents looked at you the other night. All of them, and it wasn’t just the single women who were interested.” He breathes out a sigh. “Right. Didn’t want you to notice that.” “No?” I pull my legs up beneath me and turn to face him on the couch, my arm draping along the back. “And why not?” He takes another long drink of his water, and I’m not certain if he’ll answer me. While some walls might be down tonight, I doubt all of them are. “You’ve never looked at me like that,” he says. “Didn’t want you to start.” I smile. “Well, I don’t throw a lot of dinner parties,” I say. “You’re safe from me. I won’t use you for clout or social climbing.” “You’re not going to ask me to invest in your start-up, either, are you?” I cross my heart. “Promise.” “Good.” He drapes his arm along the back of the couch, too, and it comes to rest next to mine. Our forearms brush. His eyes, usually hazel, look dark in the dim lighting. “I’m sorry about those women. The assumptions they were making were clear on their faces.” I shrug. “It’s okay.” “No,” he says,...