Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(34)

Clarice nodded in agreement.

“They’re green, maybe a little rough and wrinkly on the outside, but once you peel off the skin and check the meat, that’s when you know they’re old and soft.”

“So what you’re trying to say is that I’m an avocado?” Clarice reiterated.

“Yes, you’re an avocado,” he confirmed.

“I still don’t get it. I don’t look that old. You said so yourself a minute ago.”

“God, woman! It’s the inside that counts. You know, the mechanics.”

“What are you on about? I still don’t understand you. Speak English.”

“I am speaking English. It’s you who’s acting all dense.”

“Who are you calling dense?” Clarice had had enough of this man. Who was he to call her dense? She was a smart woman who had accomplished so many things in her thirty years.

“You, woman. You!” Hunter said again, poking at her forehead to press his point.

“Stop calling me woman,” she shouted, brushing his finger from her face and snatching back her license. “You just called me a sweetheart before.”

“That was before you said you were thirty, acting all innocent and that.”

“Now I’m acting all innocent? I tell you, mister, I am neither dense nor am I playing innocent, beca—”

“It doesn’t matter now.” Hunter butted in. “And even if you were acting all innocent now, I wouldn’t believe you. A woman like you should act well and refined, like aged wine, matured to perfection. But you, now that I know your age, you don’t act like wine at all. You’re an avocado.”

“Stop with the avocado. My name is Clarice. Not avocado or woman or even sweetheart.” She fumed.

“Sorry, avocado it is for me. Avocado. Avocado,” Hunter repeated, just to make sure Clarice was mad. He loved her angry face.

“Clarice! Clarice!” Clarice repeated, her cheeks turning a bright pink.

“Avocado. Avocado. Actually, I kind of like the sound of it now. Nice and smooth on my tongue.”

“Arrgh, you insufferable man. I’ve had enough of you. Why am I even arguing with you anyway? A waste of my time. I’m leaving. And I pray to God that if I see you again, I’ll bite off my own tongue,” Clarice vowed.

Hunter felt a little disappointed when Clarice said she was going. He was having so much fun with the bickering and the teasing. He didn’t want it to end yet.

“I’ll wager you on that, Avocado,” he said, just so they could continue with their bickering a little more. “If I see you again, I swear on my life that I’ll never look at another woman again. Which is hardly likely since I love my girls too much. And just for the record, my name is Hunter. You know, the mysterious Hunter that likes to hunt down innocent girls.” Then he winked at her.

Come on, give me a good comeback, he challenged.

“Arrrgh, you Casanova. I hope you marry a woman who holds an iron rod in her hand. Then she’ll beat you into shape.” Clarice growled, then stormed off, leaving Hunter to laugh in her wake.





CHAPTER 8





Clarice was still fuming and a little rattled when she approached the man holding the pink rose. As if sensing she was approaching, he stood and tugged his shirtsleeves into place, then glanced at her and smiled. It looked like she wasn’t the only one who was nervous after all.

“Clarice?” he asked, unsure whether she was the same as his match on the dating site.