“So, what aren’t you good at?” “Nothing.” I roll my eyes. “Come on. There has to be something. Tell me.” His lips twist with amusement. “Maybe one thing.” “And what’s that?” He tosses another stone over the water. Six skips this time. “Relationships, according to every woman who’s ever tried to pin me down.” “I think you’re doing okay.” Though his words give me pause. Is that a warning to me not to try? “Do you, really?”
