step toward me; her smile turns wicked. “Is this fate? Do you think this is my second chance to win you over?” Aaand she went there—reason number one why we can’t live together. Because there was a time, back when she was still just a kid, that she had feelings for me. “Absolutely not,” I say. “No.” “Hmm,” she says. “You had that answer all ready to go. Are you sure? I bet we’d be cute together. You’re positive you don’t want to date me?” “I’m positive,” I say dryly, sitting on the hood of her car.
