Rebound Envy (Rebound #2) Read Free Page A

like to read a lot." He's sort of wrinkling his nose as he says that. What's with that face?
    "Yeah. I've always loved to read."
    He nods and makes a noncommittal sound in his throat. Before I can pursue that any further, the waitress reappears to check on us, and conversation moves on to other things.  
    At the end of the evening, Scott drives me home and walks me to my door. I unlock the door, cracking it open, before turning back to him. "Would you like to come in for a drink?"
    He smiles, letting me see his perfect row of white teeth, and follows me in. I stop to hang up my coat on the coat rack and head for the kitchen to get the bottle of wine I opened yesterday evening and glasses.  
    When I come back into my cozy living room, Scott is standing and examining the bookshelves that occupy an entire wall. He's taken off his coat and draped it over the back of the armchair. He turns at the sound of my shoes on the wood floor.  
    It's strange having a man in my home. It's been quite a while since I've invited anyone in. Well, who's accepted anyway. I invited Adam in after our second date, but he declined and we didn't go out again.
    I push away the stray thoughts of Adam and hand Scott the glass of wine. "It's a merlot. Not my usual favorite, but this one's really good. Brian makes me try all their new acquisitions."
    Scott takes a sip. "You drink a lot of wine?"
    I sit down on one end of the couch and laugh. "I wouldn't say a lot. I like to have a glass to relax at the end of a long day, or when I go out for dinner. I've learned a lot more about it and my tastes have evolved since Jenna started dating Brian. Which is kind of funny, since Jenna's still pretty clueless and just drinks whatever Brian tells her to."
    Scott laughs with me about that. He's joined me on the couch and set his glass on the coffee table. He hasn't taken more than that first taste.
    I gesture at his glass. "Do you not like the wine? I can get you something else."
    He shakes his head. "No, it's fine. I'm fine. I just don't drink much alcohol. I've actually broken quite a few of my usual dietary rules tonight."
    "You have dietary rules?"
    "I stick to a fairly low carb diet and avoid alcohol and caffeine. I'd heard that Luigi's is a great place for a date, though, and figured I could bend the rules for a special evening."
    He smiles at me, and I fight to keep the look of horror off my face. No carbs, no wine, and no caffeine? What a horrible way to live. Instead I try for polite interest. "Oh? How … interesting. Why's that?"
    Scott laughs. "I know. You think it sounds awful. It's not that bad, really. I just like to stay in shape. Have you heard of CrossFit? I work out at the local box a few times a week and mostly follow their diet recommendations. I don't do full Paleo, but I try not to overindulge. I've already had a glass of wine tonight and the pasta with dinner." He shrugs.  
    I'm not sure what to say. I've heard of the Paleo diet, I mean who hasn't? But I'm not a big fan of anything that tells me not to eat entire food groups. I love ice cream too much to go dairy free without a pressing medical need. And chocolate and wine are how I self-medicate after a long week of dealing with high school students. I like to stay in shape, too. But that sounds a bit intense for my taste.
    Scott leans in and kisses me, distracting me from my horror at his chosen diet and exercise regimen. He pulls back and takes the wine glass out of my hand, setting it on the coffee table next to his. Then he leans in and kisses me again, his lips opening against mine and his tongue tasting and teasing into my mouth. He tastes lightly of the wine he just drank with lingering hints of garlic from dinner.  
    Just as I'm starting to respond and thinking about where this might be heading, he pulls back. "I had a nice time tonight."
    I smile. "Me too."
    "Can I see you again? Are you free on Saturday?"
    "Saturday's no good. Jenna and I are going dress shopping and other