Double Take (21 page)
“No problem. Go.”
“Can you call again on Saturday? I’ll be done with all this by then.”
“Of course. Thank you.” Natalie turned off the phone and looked at Max’s face. His dark hair was a little on the messy side, but in that windblown, artfully tousled way that made her want to run her fingers through it. His lips hinted at a warm smile, and she had to admit, thick eyebrows completely worked on him.
What made her swallow hard, though, were his eyes. They were a fascinating mix of green close to the pupil and blue on the outer edges. Sectoral heterochromia. She’d never met a person with that genetic anomaly, but she’d grown up with a cat that had one brown eye and one green. She found it hard to look at the other parts of his face when those eyes were so unusually captivating. What must he look like in person?
Instead of reading his answers one more time, she kept on staring at his eyes, wondering what color he’d listed on his driver’s license. He’d be like a chameleon, depending on what he was wearing.
At the thought of actually phoning him, anxiety shot through all her high hopes. Calling a man for a date was difficult enough, but picturing Max Zimm on the other end of the line made her want to hyperventilate. The men in her life had never been known for their eyes, or any other body part. Oliver was only memorable for not being memorable at all. He really should have been a spy or a thief, because he was so ordinary no one would think twice about him. He’d have gotten away with murder. But the only crime she knew he was capable of was leaving his thumb on the scale when he weighed corned beef for his customers.
Despite her nerves, Natalie would call Max. No, that wasn’t quite accurate. She would call because of her nerves. So there.
Copyright © 2014 by Jolie Kramer
ISBN-13: 9781460331279
DOUBLE TAKE
Copyright © 2014 by Leslie A. Kelly
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