“You watching your weight or something?” I nodded to the salad Liv had ordered for dinner.
“Yes and no.”
My eyes widened. “What? I was joking. Please tell me you don’t think you’re overweight.”
Liv shook her head. “No, I don’t think I’m fat.” She pointed her fork in my direction. “But you know what they say about cameras.”
I frowned. Actually, I had no idea what they said about cameras.
She rolled her eyes. “They add ten pounds?”
I snorted. “That’s ridiculous, you look perfect.”
Her face softened at my compliment and as quickly as it was there, it was gone again. She stabbed a tomato onto her fork and pointed it in my direction. “We don’t all have the luxury of running around on a football field every day to burn off carbs.”
Leaning over the table I lowered my voice, unable to help myself. “I’d say we burned a fair amount of carbs that night in the barn.”
Liv coughed, struggling to swallow her mouthful. “Jesus, Nate. Really?”
“C’mon, it had to be mentioned at some point. You really think it’s possible to just ignore a night like that?”
“I was planning on it.”
Well that was upsetting.
“I haven’t been able to forget it.” I hadn’t meant to expose myself like that, but the words just sort of fell out of my mouth.
I shook my head. “You telling me you haven’t thought about it at all?”
Liv put down her fork. “We talked about this. We agreed it was just a one-time thing. I don’t think reminiscing about it is helping.”
“It doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”
“Yes, it does.” Liv shook her head. “I meant what I said that night. It happened and that’s fine—”
“Fine?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
She sighed. “You know what I mean. Of course it was way better than fine.” She averted her gaze. “It was amazing. It’s just that it should never have happened in the first place.”
Euphoria bloomed in my chest at her admission. “Well it did happen. So if it happens again, what’s the big deal? It can’t be the first time this,” I signaled with my fork between us, “has happened.”
Liv leaned over the table. “Sure it’s not the first time it’s happened. But seriously, think about it. I’m producing an Under the Lights documentary about you. The fact that I slept with you puts the integrity of the whole piece at risk. I can’t have what happened between us getting out. This industry is tough enough for a female. The last thing I need is people thinking I’m sleeping my way to a story.”
I stared at her. “People wouldn’t think that. You’ve clearly got a good reputation, otherwise you wouldn’t have landed the story in the first place.”
Liv stared at me pointedly. “You and I both know it only takes one indiscretion for it all to come undone.”
I wasn’t sure what I hated more. The fact that I knew she was right, or that even knowing this, I was still selfish enough to want her despite the risks.
“Who’s going to say anything? I’m sure as shit not. Don’t forget it doesn’t make me look good either.”
“Ha! Yes, but it wouldn’t be completely unexpected. Most of you will stick your dick wherever there’s a hole, if you’re allowed.”
I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the table. “I’m going to ignore the huge, insulting generalization you’ve just made, because the fact is you’re the only one I want to stick my dick in right now, as you so eloquently put it.”
Liv laughed. “Don’t be so ridiculous. You’ll be fighting women off left, right and center before long.”
I kept my gaze leveled on her. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
She swallowed. “No.”
“Good. Because I’m not.”
She opened and closed her mouth a few times and I basked in the victory of a speechless Liv.
“We’ve finished with the interviews, right?”
“So technically we’re no longer working on it together.”
Liv shook her head. “Hang on a minute. Forget about if we should be doing this or not, what makes you think I want to keep sleeping with you?”
My mouth spread into a slow smile. “You remember what it felt like when I took you over the pool table?” I didn’t wait for her to answer. “Or later that night on the bench press? Or what I did to you the next morning in the—”
“Okay! Okay, fine.” Liv held up her hands. “You’ve made your point, oh sex God. You happy?”
“When you say we can head back to my apartment, I will be.” I tried to keep my voice light, to come off like this was no big deal, but beneath it I was desperate for her to say yes.About Kim Carmody: Kim Carmody lives in Australia with her husband, in a sunny little part of Melbourne that she never wants to leave. Except for frequent trips to New York, she is happy to leave at least once a year for those. She holds a Masters in Commerce Marketing and while she spent her younger years training to become a professional dancer, she somehow ended up working in the sports industry, where she met her now husband. Never a participant or spectator of sport growing up (she was too busy flitting around in a tutu), she has grown to appreciate, if not love many sports and eventually found herself writing about them too. As an avid book lover from the moment she was introduced to The Babysitters Club as a seven year-old, Kim never expected to be able to call herself an author, but is beyond excited that she now can. Meet Me Halfway is her second novel. Connect With Kim: Website: http://kimcarmodybooks.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KimCarmodyBooks/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14950107.Kim_Carmody Instagram: @kimmycarmody https://www.instagram.com/kimmycarmody/ Email: firstname.lastname@example.org Newsletter link: http://kimcarmodybooks.us1.list-manage.com/subscribe?u=84c7e386371917c94e00c817c&id=e424c24164 Enter Kim’s Giveaway: a Rafflecopter giveaway