“My ex. He wants to get back together.” “I see.” His eyes come to mine. “Well, go on. Tell him you’re taken.” I bite back my smile as I hold Emmett’s stare, so smug and sure as I type out a message. Me I’ve thought about it. It’s a no. “Good girl. That certainly wasn’t an I’m taken, though.” Twisting between his arms, I lean back against the counter. “Because I’m not.” “Aren’t you?” He tilts his head, playfulness sparking in his blue gaze. “Hm. We’ll have to fix that.”
