CHAPTER 19 - KIMBERLY
“DO YOU ASK all your clients that?”
Deflect, deflect, deflect. One of the few useful things I’d learned from my father. Once, I’d have described my type as older, refined, with a good sense of humour and enough money to keep us both comfortably. After Alan, I’d changed my views somewhat as I embarked on my new life as a single girl who didn’t want to be tied down. Looks became more important because like all girls, I appreciated shiny things, and he had to have an excellent working knowledge of his equipment and preferably mine too.
Reed Cullen was certainly easy on the eye if not a little brutish, but the question was, had he studied the operating manual?
Kim, don’t even think about that.
“Just the pretty ones,” he said.
“Ugh.”
Hold on—he thought I was pretty?
