He laughed. “Not at all. My father worked in construction his whole life. My mom worked as a secretary.”
He was so interesting, so vast, so smart. He was dedicated, motivated, friendly, and definitely not at all bad on the eyes.
They moved into the restaurant for dinner, and he captivated her with his conversation, made her laugh with his stories about medical school and the horrors of life as an intern. He didn’t just talk about himself, though, but engaged her and asked her about herself and her family and her goals and dreams for her own future.
He was almost the perfect man.
After dinner she drove him around and told him about her favorite places. He seemed fascinated with the history of the city, then told her what he was interested in doing.
“Will you settle here?”
“I’ll be here for a few years. I don’t know where I want to end up.”
“Probably somewhere near your family, don’t you think?”
He pulled up in front of her condo, shut off the engine. “I’m a big boy. I don’t need to live so close to home anymore.”
She laughed. “I guess to me family is so important. I can’t imagine ever being far away from them.”
“That’s what makes people so different, Jenna. I like the freedom to live my own life. You like being close to those you love.”
“I guess you’re right.”
Then the conversation was over, and he leaned in.
She waited for the swell of heat, the explosion of sensation.
His lips brushed hers and he enveloped her in his arms. She went willingly into the kiss, tangled her fingers in his hair.
His tongue swept across hers.
It was…nice.
Dammit. It was nice. Pleasant. No fireworks. Nothing in her body was going off like a rocket.
This guy was gorgeous, successful, funny, and she’d just had a great night with him.
And there wasn’t a single hormone in her body that wanted to jump his bones.
How disappointing.
He broke the kiss and smiled at her. “Who’s the guy?”
She blinked. “What?”
“Who’s the guy you were thinking about when you were kissing me?”
“There is no other guy.”
He gave her a look that told her he wasn’t buying it. “I’m a doctor, Jenna. I might not know everything, but what I do know is biology and basic chemistry. You and I got along great.”
“We did.”
“But when I kissed you just now, you didn’t feel it.”
She looked down at her hands. “I’m sorry.”
He tipped her chin with his fingers. “Don’t apologize for something you just don’t feel. It’s either there or it isn’t, and you can’t manufacture chemistry. I had a great time tonight. Thanks for showing me around.”
He opened the car door and went around to open hers, then walked her to her front door.
She turned to face him. “I really wish there’d been something, Joe.”
“Me, too.” He kissed her cheek. “I’ll see you at the bar.”
She watched him walk away and knew Joe would never step foot in Riley’s again.
Even worse, she still didn’t have a damn date for the wedding.
She turned around and went inside.
SEVEN
THE WEDDING CEREMONY HAD BEEN BEAUTIFUL. THE church had been decorated with white calla lilies and ruby roses with baby’s breath and assorted greenery Jenna knew nothing about. It was beautiful. Seeing Tara walk down the white-carpeted aisle in her dress had made her breath catch. She’d looked stunning. Mick had tears in his eyes. Her big, tough-as-nails brother had shed a tear.
Her brother Mick was a married man now. Jenna still found that hard to believe. Her big brother, who had teased and tackled her and looked out for her when they were kids, had found the woman of his dreams and married her. And he had a teenaged son who he was going to officially adopt. Nathan was going to become a Riley.
Sometimes the world moved at such a fast pace it made her head spin.
Jenna had stood on the altar and listened to the priest perform the ceremony, truly listened to the words as Father Abrams told them about love and faith and finding that one person you were meant to be with. As she watched her brother and Tara look at each other, she knew for a fact that two people couldn’t possibly love each other more.
Shockingly, she’d cried. She’d never thought it would happen. Strong and stoic were her fortes. But she’d stood on the altar with tears rolling down her cheeks as Mick and Tara recited their vows.
She’d have to work harder at her intestinal fortitude before Gavin and Liz’s wedding.
After the ceremony the wedding party hung behind at the church to take pictures in multiple shots. Jenna had to admit that had been fun. Sometimes family could be overwhelming. Today, she couldn’t get enough of them.
When there was a spare moment in between photographer shots, she hugged her brother.
“I’m so happy for you.”
Mick grinned and put his arm around her. “Thank you. I’m a lucky guy.”
“You are. Take good care of her. She’s special.”
He squeezed Jenna’s arm. “I know.”