She'd tried to engage him by reading aloud articles about what guys were really thinking in certain situations. Thankfully not the 'How to achieve ultimate orgasms' story promised in bold print on the cover. "Here's a quiz. I love quizzes. Is your guy a keeper?" She eyed him playfully, raising her eyebrow. "Does he listen to you? Always, sometimes, or never. Do you listen?"
He ignored her.
"That'll be a never." She circled it. "Has he introduced you to his mother?" She tilted her head, studying him. "He hasn't even talked about his mother. Another never."
Honestly, he didn't know whether to be amused or annoyed. Annoyed was better, because he was no keeper. Her bored sighs sounded like the soft, breathy exhalations she'd utter if he were running his tongue along the inside of her thigh.
"How often does your guy turn into a scary, wild animal?"
"Why don't you do the quiz for the boyfriend?" He hoped she hadn't heard the sharpness in his voice.
She lowered her chin, looking at him from beneath her eyelashes. "Because that was our first date, and since we'd only gotten about twenty minutes into it before I was hauled away, I can hardly judge him. You're all I have to work with."