“I’m not scared,” I say lightly. “Just in a hurry. I have somewhere to be.” “Well, you’re in luck, because I have nowhere to be.” A lecherous smile appears. He even licks the corner of his mouth, which I suspect is his attempt at looking sexy. It’s not working. “Why don’t I tag along with you?” “Sorry, it’s a Briar hockey thing. Just for our teams.” “That’s a shame.” He’s unfazed. “Maybe we can meet up after?”
