“I want to know you better. The good, the bad, and everything in between.” Scarlett’s expression melted into a different, softer smile. “Asher Donovan, I was so wrong about you at the beginning.” “Most people are. I’m even more handsome, charming, and witty than they could’ve imagined.” “You forgot humble.” “Obviously. That’s a given.” She laughed again, and everything else we wanted to say was communicated through our long, lingering gaze across the table.
