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“Sure you do. I’m your next boyfriend.” I smile and laugh softly to myself. The moonlight flashes against his teeth enough for me to tell he’s smiling, too.
“I know I’ve only known you for a few minutes, but you aren’t the kind of woman a guy forgets so easily.”
“A person’s name is usually the least interesting thing about them, so if you’re only offering a few pieces of information, I want the ones that tell me more about who you really are.”
“I knew you were beautiful, but the closer I get, the more out of my league I feel.” His voice has a direct line to the butterflies in my stomach.
“You’re full of shit.” The traitorous butterflies flutter anyway. “I’ve never been more serious in my life.”
“Fine, I’m attracted to you,” she admits with a coy smile. “I knew it.” I did, but hearing it lights me up. “Don’t let it go to your head, Hotshot.”
“Too late. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever met just told me she was into me.” She laughs. “That is not what I said.” “No? I must have misunderstood.”
“I don’t know if I’m the right person or not, but I can guarantee you this, gorgeous. If you were mine, I’d make it my life’s mission to get you off well and often.”
“Tell Aunt Brina hi for me, and Uncle Archer that I’ve learned how to sign all the letters of the alphabet, and Uncle Brogan that I’ve been practicing my touchdown dance.”
Right next to the eight, Flynn signed it, Dick. And what I presume is his number is scribbled underneath.
“Done. If I throw a no-hitter, then you’ll go out with me.” “You’re serious?” Her brows lift. I nod my agreement. “Do you know how rare those are?” she asks. Now it’s my turn to laugh. “As rare as meeting a woman like you probably.”
“Morning.” His voice is raspy with sleep. “How are my girls this morning?”
