“Hmm.” Nate’s brows fold together like he’s trying to puzzle me out. “No matter what I do, I can’t seem to convince you, Carly Catterson.” My steps pause. “Convince me of what?” A sweet smile breaks across his lips, or maybe it only looks sweet because his aunts are in my head. His shoulders move up and down in a boyish way that’s endearing. “Convince you to like me.”
