Perfect for You

her ear. "And you just said you aren't."
    "I'm not." But she heard the doubt in her own voice.

 
Chapter Twenty-five
     
     
    Anna rang Max's doorbell and peered into his apartment again. Dark. He obviously wasn't home.
    Bouncing to keep warm, she checked the time. She was supposed to meet him at eight, and it was just a little before. He was probably held up at the restaurant. She'd just have to be patient.
    Hard, because she couldn't wait to see him.
    She grinned wide, thinking about their last date. It'd been so different than she'd expected. She had spent the night, but they'd stayed in the living room, lying on the floor and talking late into the night. He'd built a fire, and they'd cuddled and kissed—a lot. And then they'd fallen asleep in a nest of blankets they'd made.
    It'd been the best night ever.
    She hadn't seen him since, because of their schedules, but they'd talked every day.
    Tonight they were actually going out. Dinner at his friend's restaurant and then dancing. She'd borrowed a dress from one of her girlfriends, a short red thing with a flirty skirt that floated when she twirled. He wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her.
    Not that she thought they were going to get freaky. Just the opposite, in fact. He'd made it clear that they weren't going to have sex until they knew each other, because sex was easy and he liked her. She was down for it, but that didn't mean she had to make it easy for him.
    Laughing, she pirouetted, stopping abruptly when she saw someone come up the steps. Connor.
    Her lip curled with distaste. She didn't know what Freya saw in him. A blind person could see Greg Cavanaugh was ten times the man Connor was, and she didn't think that just because she wanted Freya to be okay with her going to law school.
    She winced. She already sent in her acceptance papers for Boalt but she hadn't told Freya. Max had said Freya would be proud, but he didn't know her sister.
    But Anna knew her sister, which gave her an edge.
    Pasting a pleasant smile on her face, she greeted Connor. "Hey there! Date with Freya tonight?"
    "Yes." He looked questioningly at the door. "Isn't she home?"
    "I'm sure she is. I'm waiting for a friend." She pointed to Max's door. "It's great that you and Freya are hitting it off."
    "I like her," he said brightly.
    "And she likes you," Anna said, trying not to gag. "And she's not getting any younger. If she wants to get going on the whole family thing, she needs to get going. She's just so picky about men, you know?"
    He nodded though she could see he didn't know. "She wants children?"
    "Totally. Do you?"
    "Yes."
    "You should make sure she knows. She wants a busload of children. Her own football team." How many people were on a football team anyway? Anna mentally shrugged and went with it. "She's always seen herself as an earth mother."
    "Really?"
    "Can't you totally see it?" she asked with wide eyes. "Anyway, she was telling me her biological clock was set to detonate."
    "She's still pretty young."
    "I hear it happens that way sometimes. She worries a lot too. She goes through life with a lot of what ifs . Like what if her hips are too narrow for childbirth?" Anna sighed dramatically and held her palms out. "What can you do?"
    Connor said nothing. He had a peculiar expression on his face.
    Did she go too far? She reined it back in. "Maybe I shouldn't have said all that. You won't tell Freya I gave you that insight into her, will you? She'd kill me."
    "Of course I won't," he assured her.
    "Thanks." She sighed with exaggerated relief, putting her hand on his arm. "I'm so relieved."
    Hearing footsteps up the porch steps, she looked around Connor and smiled genuinely when she saw Max. "There you are."
    He didn't look as pleased to see her. In fact, he looked kind of pissed. He glanced at Connor, at her hand on Connor's arm, and cocked his brow.
    Anna rolled her eyes. "This is my sister's date, Connor."
    "Nice to meet you," Max said as the men shook. Then he unlocked his door and motioned her in.
    She blinked in confusion. "Aren't we going out?"
    "In a moment."
    Oh, he wanted to kiss her first, away from Connor's prying eyes. Grinning, she waved to Connor and went in after Max.
    The second the door closed, he faced her, arms crossed. "What was that about?"
    "I was just talking to Connor." She put her hand on his. "There's no reason to be jealous."
    "I'm not jealous. What I want to know is why you were telling him all those ridiculous things about your