We’d talked and laughed through the entire meal, and all I could think was that I didn’t want to blow it with this girl. I’d dated a lot of women, too many to count, following, not necessarily so proudly, in my dad’s footsteps. But Kensington was different. I wondered if this was how Jude had felt when he’d met Eden. I could remember him stomping around in an even darker mood than usual after Eden had moved in to be Finley’s companion. I hadn’t understood it right away, but it didn’t take me too long to figure out that my brother had been trying futilely to fight his feelings for Eden. I wasn’t going to fight my feelings for Kensington, but I was going to fight like hell to keep her interested. Kensington sat and held her wineglass between her hands as she stared out at the ocean. Her button nose twitched as a long strand of dark hair curled across her face. She pushed it back behind her ear, and I stared at the side of her face, thinking she was perfect from every angle.
