Chapter 7
“What criteria does this person have to meet?”
“Criteria?” She had to be joking. “It’s not like I had a list.” He glanced at his watch. “Aren’t we about up?”
“No, and you’re my last appointment of the day. I’d like you to keep talking if you can spare the time.”
And the pounds. He thought it, but didn’t say it. Might be untrue and mean of him.
“Continue. What do you expect to feel for someone with whom you’d like to spend the rest of your life?”
“Wellllll…It would be more than a passing affection.”
“You mean love?”
A weird warm and cool feeling crawled over his scalp and down his neck. Took Dean a minute to recognise it as embarrassment. “Yes,” he said, trying not to make the word sound tight. “Someone I loved. Someone I shared things in common with. A person to…laugh wit
