“Are you mad at me?” I ask quietly, and watch as his eyes pop wide in surprise. He’s forgotten to maintain the frown. “No, of course not. Why the hell would I be mad at you?” He sounds incredulous, like he can’t think of anything more ridiculous than him being upset with me. “Because I ruined our date.” I’m watching carefully when I say this, so even in the dark car I’m able to see the way his shoulders sag.
