"I'm not gonna argue with that," he said, giving her a look, "But you're not really my type. No offense."

Still, he reached out to touch her cheek, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes.

"What about your man?" He'd never met the guy, but he knew there was somebody, and he'd learned that the rules of relationships weren't what he remembered them to be. The last thing he wanted was some jealous boyfriend knocking down his goddamn door.