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This guy was going to drive me crazy.

“Other people might say that you’re single because of the attitude that you exude.”

“What attitude?”

“It’s like you have a sign on your forehead that saysBack Off. Or maybebackis not the correct first word.” He laughed.

I crossed my arms. “You’re saying I’m single because I don’t want men to waste my time and I let them know it?”

“Nope. That’s not it, either. Some men are courageous or just plain dumb and will still try to ask you out anyway.” He held up his wine glass. “I love the wine, by the way.” He took another sip. “Delicious. Here. Have more.” He topped off my wine, even though I didn’t ask for it.

Nick was going to make me scream.

Why was he stalling?

Was he going to tell me why I was single?

What on earth was taking him so long?

I swear this man is part sloth.

Finally, he glanced at me again. “You’re single because you put your job first, above everything else in your life. You’re a workaholic.” He held up his hand, like he thought I might object. “And before you get all bent out of shape, I’m not saying that there’s anything wrong with that. You get to choose exactly how you want to live your life. If that’s what makes you happy, then more power to you. You’re happy, right?”

I opened my mouth and closed it.

Happy? Me?

I wouldn’t necessarily say that I washappy.

But I wasn’t depressed, either, so there was that.

Nick continued to stare at me, waiting for an answer.

Now, I just needed to decide if I was going to lie or not.

Chapter Fourteen

RUTH

I had read somewhere that female dragonflies fake their deaths to avoid males. I was trying to decide if I wanted to do just that, because I really wasn’t in the mood to answer Nick’s question.

He was still staring at me. “It’s not a difficult question. Either you’re happy or you’re not.”

“And if I am and I know it, do I need to clap my hands?”

He chuckled. “Sure. Why not?”

I sighed. “I don’t feel the need to analyze my emotions minute-by-minute and day-to-day as I bust my butt working toward my goal. If it makes you feel any better, I know I’ll beover the moonwith happiness once I take over the company as managing partner.”

He nodded. “Okay. Fine. Basically, you’re saying that you’ll enjoy the destination when you get there, but not the journey.”

“In essence, yes.”

“Once again, I’m not judging, just observing and commenting, but it does bring up another interesting question.”

“Interesting for whom?”

Nick ignored me. “Why can’t you enjoy the journey as much as the destination? Sounds like double the fun to me unless you don’t like your job.”