Blindsided (Fake Boyfriend, #4)

by Eden Finley

I huff a laugh. “You’ll soon learn there are plenty more books in the library.” He narrows his eyes. “Isn’t the saying there’s plenty more fish in the sea?” “I don’t like that analogy. Like, if you go fishing and you catch a fish, you don’t say ‘I think this will taste gross’ and throw it back. Doesn’t that phrase actually mean that you take the fish home, cook it, eat it, think it’s gross, and then throw it out? So, really, that’s like saying if it doesn’t work out with someone you should kill them. Homicide is not sexy. Books, on the other hand … you borrow from a library until you find the book you love, and then you keep it. The library won’t let you borrow more books until you return it, but you never return it because you’ll never need any other book.” Miller looks confused. “You’re fucked up.” I grin. “Thanks.” “It actually means if a fish gets away there’s plenty more to catch.” I love that Miller doesn’t take the shit spewing out of my mouth as gospel like other guys do.

Shit. Even I know when I tip the smartass scale too far, and that totally came out homophobic and like I didn’t like what just happened. Like I’m pulling scared straight guy shit when I’m not. Scared, that is. My level of straightness is still up for debate. After that kiss, I’m leaning toward not straight at all.

Talon: Have I freaked you out? Guess I’m taking too long to respond. Me: Nah. Takes more than curiosity to scare me off. Talon: You know what they say about curiosity and the cat. Me: It killed it? Talon: Nah, it turned him gay.

His eyes meet mine. “What do you want me to do?” “Get yourself off” falls out of my mouth, and I hope he doesn’t call me on my obviousness. I’m not so lucky. Of course not. This is Miller. The only guy in the world to truly call me on my shit. “Oh. I thought you, like, wanted me to knit you a sweater or something.”

“So, why are we here, how dead is dead, and where do we need to hide the body?” Damon asks. “One day that joke’s gonna backfire on you,” Jackson says. “Your client may actually reply ‘In the alley, super dead, and New Jersey. Because that’s the only appropriate place to dispose of bodies.’”