“This is a shitty place to meet a stranger, baby girl.” See? There was that tiny bit of fondness again. “It’s public.” “It’s dark,” he countered. I blinked. “There’s a lot of people here.” “A lot of people drunk or about to be.” “The bouncer is almost as big as you are,” I told him. That other eyebrow went up and he said slowly, “The parking lot is fucking dark.” I’d swear on my life that he smirked, and I ignored the little pleasure I felt at it. At being the one he would do something like that with.
