“How was your day? Do you have big plans this weekend?” “Wow. Could you sound less enthused?” “You fed me the lines. How excited can I really be about them when they’re not my own?” “Fine. Then give me your own.” He looks at me. Hot gaze raking over my body before his dark-blue eyes return to my face. “I like that top.” I don’t expect the compliment, so I’m genuinely startled. “Oh,” I squeak. “Thanks.”
