“He’s into you,” Max remarks from behind me. I startle. “Excuse me?” “He kept looking over at you,” he says with a little grin. “At least thirty times. I counted.” “I didn’t know you could count that high,” I say dryly, to hide my speeding pulse. “I’m serious. Honestly you could do worse. He’s athletic, like you, and he’s tall, and good-looking—”
