His laughter caused me to laugh along with him, and I shivered when a rippling feeling settled in my belly. “What are you dressing up as?” “Dr. Grant from Jurassic Park.” “Dr. Grant,” I repeated to myself, tucking that information safely away. “So, no tights then?” “Definitely not,” he mused, brown eyes twinkling with amusement. “You really don’t have to dress up.” His tone was gentle when he added, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” “Really?” “Yeah.”
