“Go out with me,” he said huskily. Good feelings gone. I blinked, jerking back. “Excuse me?” His lazy gaze rolled over me. “Like I said before, you’re cute. And your sad eyes intrigue me. So, I’m asking if you’ll go out with me?” “Are you joking?” He cocked his head to one side. “Why would I joke about something like that? You’re fucking gorgeous, Lacey. So yeah, I want to go out with you.”
