Some invisible being dropped a million bricks on my chest, a hard, unyielding pressure that I struggled to breathe through, and the slick, oily feeling of jealousy clawed up my throat. “Dinner, huh?” “Yup.” She laughed quietly. “I’m probably reading too much into it.” Somehow, impossibly, I answered with an even voice. “You’re probably not. A man asks a woman out to dinner when he wants her.”
