The Takeover (The Miles High Club 2)

I squeeze her hand in mine. “What kind of wife were you?” I ask.

She smiles at my change of the subject. “I was a great wife.”

“Really?” I fake shock. “I find that hard to believe.”

She laughs. “Maybe just an all right wife.”

“And you have kids?” I ask.

“Uh-huh, three boys.”

I scrunch up my nose. “I can’t actually believe that.”

“Why not?” she scoffs.

“I’ve never been with anyone who has kids before.”

“What? Never?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. It’s weird, come to think of it. I have a very specific type of woman that I’m attracted to.”

She laughs and holds her hands up in the air. “Wait, let me guess.”

I chuckle as I hold my hand up for another round of drinks. I’m feeling very inebriated. “Please do.”

“Hot body.”

I tip my glass in agreement.

“Young

.”

“Affirmative.”

She narrows her eyes at me as she thinks. “I’m saying blonde.”

“You’re nailing me here.” I chuckle. “Every time.”

Her eyes dance with delight. “So she has to be a natural blonde with a hot body and younger than you.”

“Pretty much.”

“What else does she have to have?”

I roll my lips as I think. “I like trendy girls.”

“Trendy girls,” she scoffs. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know why, but I like girls who are into fashion.”

“Like . . . models?” She frowns.

“No, not necessarily models, but girls who are into dressing nice and look after themselves.”