“I never say no to cake,” he replies. “I’ll just add five miles to my morning run.” “Five miles for a slice of cake? That doesn’t sound like a very even trade.” “There are other ways to burn off the calories,” he teases, and that twinkle in his eye works its way right through to my lady bits. I feign a gasp. “Ryan Langley, are you trying to proposition me for sex?” “Get your head out of the gutter, Owens,” he replies. Setting down his Old Fashioned, he holds out his hand. “I was talking about dancing.”
