“My friend thinks you’re dangerous,” I told him with a smile. “She thinks I need to steer clear of you.” Tilting my head to one side, I added, “She’s thinks that messing around with boys like you will get a girl like me hurt.” “Wise friend,” he replied coolly. “You should listen to her.” “That’s the thing about me, Joe,” I pushed back and said, “I don’t like being told what to do.” I watched him watch me, his gaze trailing down my body. When his eyes locked on mine, I swear I saw something shift inside of him. “Then I guess we have something in common after all.”
