“So, Darcy.” He leans forward and gives me a seductive, arrogant smile. “What made you ask me out?” I bite back a laugh and clutch my chest dramatically with a faraway look. “You were standing on the table in the middle of the bar, flexing those big muscles—” His eyebrows bob and he grins wider, entertained. “—and I thought, now that’s a man. Then you roared and tore your shirt open, and I fainted.” “And I caught you.” His smile is magnificent as he leans back in his chair, watching me. “You woke up in my arms, caught one look at my rippling muscles, and fainted all over again.”
