Wendy Warren – The Oldest Virgin In Oakdale (страница 8)
“The first move.” She sighed. “I suppose I could have made the first move with Sheldon. Except for one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I don’t think he would have liked it. He had this thing about germs.”
Cole’s expression turned suspiciously straight-faced. “Sheldon had a germ thing?”
“A phobia.” She nodded. “Germs, body fluids.” Her brow furrowed. “Actually, any fluid. He had to drop out of premed because saline solution made him feel faint. I think he became a librarian.”
Cole attempted to maintain a sober demeanor. She could see him trying, but the twitch of his lips gave him away. Ruefully Eleanor smiled, too.
“I think you can do better than Sheldon Kuznitsky,” Cole assured her. He reached out, brushing his knuckles lightly along her cheek. When he grazed her jawline, he paused, his hand—and time—hovering, suspended. “You can definitely do better.”
“Can I?” she whispered.
He nodded, his magnetic eyes turning darker and more serious.
Cole leaned toward her then, or maybe, Eleanor thought, it was merely wishful thinking. Either way, longing swelled inside her, and with it a corresponding ache that felt strangely like grief.
Why wasn’t courtship something a person could study, like chemistry or physics? She’d always been an excellent student. If there was a textbook on basic romance, maybe then she would know how to bridge the yawning gap between what she had and what she wanted—
The thought stopped her cold. A course in basic romance.
“Oh, my,” she whispered. “Oh, my.”
With a suddenness that stole her breath, the answer to her present dilemma emerged, crystal clear. While memories of her past with Cole had been flooding her mind for two days, there was one moment, one critical memory of a promise between them that had eluded her until now.
“You can help me.”
Cole had let his hand return to his side. He cocked a brow. “Help?”
Eleanor nodded. “It’s possible,” she murmured, more to herself than to him. “It could actually work.”
“What could work?” Cole regarded her warily, as if he knew instinctively he wasn’t going to like what was coming.
She blinked at him. Her idea was outrageous, not at all something she was likely to follow through on. Which made it that much more appealing.
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