Contrary to popular belief, even though Jameson had only one thing on his mind, it wasn’t sex.

It was Prandi.

The more Becca prattled on, trying to talk herself out of the jam, the more Jameson wished he was somewhere else. Anywhere else.

Becca grimaced. “I didn’t mean to imply that Paul and I have explored each other further sexually than you and I have… ” She bit her lip, nervously, starting over. “That doesn’t sound right. What I meant was second base isn’t that far beyond first base, is it? I mean, really. He hasn’t seen me naked.”

Becca groaned, “Let me start over. I really like you, Jameson. And I know you like me too. Who are we kidding? We were made for each other. Can’t we just let bygones be bygones and give this thing a real shot?”

Becca clearly expected to be swept off her feet with a kiss from her very own Prince Charming, but that didn’t happen.

Jameson stared at her, his sad blue pools piercing a hole in her soul and said, “Look, Becca. I just don’t see this working out.”