“Whatever your plans are, shift them. Have breakfast with me,” I demanded, aware I was looming over her and barking orders. What the hell was wrong with me? “I mean to say,” I started, casting about for better words, but she held up a hand. Her face, finely made and with schooled features, tipped up to regard me. Humour lit her eyes. “Did you just ask me out again? Even though I’ve turned you down twice?”
