She waited for him to get buzzed for that one, but nothing happened. “The person who truly loves me would never ask me to give it up.”
“Touché. What type of hobbies do you enjoy, Wanda?”
“Anything physical. Rock climbing, kayaking, hiking. I hate stationary type of sports.”
“Like what?”
“Like golf. Golf sucks.”
The muscle by his eye ticked, then stopped. “Would you be willing to try golf? Maybe you’d like it.”
“I doubt it. I dislike boring men.”
“What type of man do you consider boring?”
She smiled sweetly. “You know, nerd types. Engineers, accountants, careers involving science or math. Ick. I like the passionate, artistic, creative types. The brooding actor or passionate writer or inspired yoga teacher. What do you do, Nate?”
His gaze shred past her barriers and ripped them off. “I’m an aerospace engineer. I love golf. I can’t write, do art, and I suck at Zumba. But I think you’re an incredible woman and would love to get to know more about you. Have dinner with me.”
Dizziness swooped through her. She clutched the edge of the bar to steady herself, but he was already there, grabbing her arm in a strong, stable grip. Kennedy pursed her lips and stood her ground. “We’re complete opposites. I don’t think it will work between us. But thanks for the conversation.”
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Tell you what. You answer one question for me. If you get it right, I’ll prove we’re meant to try dinner at least. You get it wrong, I’ll politely step away and thank you for your time.”
Again, she waited for the buzzer that never came. Damn you, Kate. Intrigued, she studied him under her lashes. “What question?”
“You have to agree to the deal first. Get it right, I buy you dinner. Deal?”
“What if I just lie and say I don’t know it?”
He moved to whisper the answer in near her ear. “You won’t. I trust you.”
A shudder wracked her body at his intimate tone. His breath rushed warm and sweet and stirred the hair at her temple. “Okay. Ask your question.”
“I’m a physicist who works on researching advanced propulsion in rockets. I base many of my theories and core findings on Newton’s Third Law of Motion.”
She feigned boredom. “So?”
“What is the main assumption in Newton’s law?”
The air left her lungs in a soft whoosh. Shock overtook her and claimed her words. Her mouth unhinged and Kennedy realized she must look ridiculous. She snapped her mouth closed. “You can’t ask me that question.”
“Why not?” he drawled.
“Because, because it’s impossible. A makeover consultant doesn’t know science and physics and all that stuff. Ask me something else.”
“But that’s the question we agreed on,” he pointed out. “If you don’t know the answer, I understand. Remember, I trust you to tell me the truth.”
She glared, hating him for putting her in this delicate position. For God’s sake, how could he sense something no one else ever knew about her? That underneath all her girly clothes and flirty actions and sarcastic wit, she was a closet nerd? Sure, they had tossed around a few ideas about velocity during their ice cream outing, but this seemed different. She’d been distracted before, lulled into a false sense of security by the sugar rush—but right now she was stone cold sober. And his gaze challenged her, as if he was openly forcing her to admit she knew things she shouldn’t. Things she denied. Her past reared up to haunt her. All those years stuck in her room, alone, had turned her into a book freak. The clear lines of math and science had soothed her need for answers and fed her brain, but she’d forced herself to become someone else, and made sure that knowledge of Manolos and the latest hot handbag took the place of aerospace dynamic theory and Newton’s Laws of Motion.
She’d lie. He’d never know. Hell, it was a ridiculous scenario anyway, and Kate should have been hitting that damn button already. She set her jaw. Opened her mouth. And spoke.
“In every interaction, there is a pair of forces acting on the two interacting objects. The size of the forces on the first object equals the size of the force on the second object. The direction of the force on the first object is opposite to the direction of the force on the second object. Forces come in pairs. Therefore, Newton’s law assumes for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
Triumph gleamed in his eyes. Kennedy stared at him, horrified but somehow helpless to avert her gaze. He brought the whole charade home by lifting her hand to his lips, and pressing a hot kiss in the center of her palm. “Thank you, Wanda. And now it will be my pleasure to take you to dinner.”
“I—I—I—”
“That was incredible!” Kate shrieked. She rushed over and practically jumped up and down. “I can’t believe it. You listened to us and followed through exactly. You were nonjudgmental, focused, funny, and intelligent. Kennedy, wasn’t that a triumph?”
She forced a weak smile. “Yeah. Really great stuff.”
Arilyn floated over. “What a pleasure to watch. I can’t wait till Ken sets up your mixer, I think you’re going to be surprised at the number of quality matches you’ll have. Thanks for having an open mind. And we’re really sorry about the buzzer.”
Nate smiled. “No problem. I guess I did need a bit of a hard-core approach.”
Kate laughed and put her hands on both of their shoulders. “I think—oh!”
With a sharp yelp, her friend crashed onto the floor in a heap of limbs. Nate threw his stool back and knelt down. “Are you okay?”
Kate’s blue eyes widened with horror. Oh, no. She must have tripped on those wicked heels Kennedy had forced her to buy. She joined him on the floor, and they all crowded around Kate. “I’m sorry, Kate, I should’ve never made you buy those heels. They’re walking death contraptions. Here, let me help you up.”
“No! Ugh, I m-m-mean, no thank y-y-you. I got this.” She crawled on her hands and knees and jumped up. “Um, s-s-sorry, guys, I forgot I have an important appointment and I gotta go. Arilyn, will you walk me out?”
Arilyn shot her a confused look. “Sure. Are you sure you’re okay? You look like someone shocked you. Did the buzzer backfire or something?”
“I’m f-f-fine.” Her laugh came out high and a bit crazy. “Stay here and finish up. I’ll see you tomorrow. Nice to role-play with you, Nate.”