And the only way to accomplish that is if he learns more about you.” Why didn’t I like the sound of this? “Okaaaay.” “I told him he needed to have dinner with you tonight.” “Oh.” “And I think he agreed.” “You think he did?” He grinned sheepishly. “You’ve met him. It can be tough to tell what he’s agreeing to sometimes.” “He’s the slipperiest bastard alive,” I grumbled. “Right. But...please. Just go. Have dinner with him. Tell him about yourself. It’ll be over quickly, I swear.”
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Angela Wingard
