“I should probably write that down.” Sascha chuckled. “I’ll remind you. Don’t worry.” “Do,” he directed with a somberness that had her eyes widening; it was unusual for him to be so serious. “I don’t want to mess this up, Sascha. I like you.” Her smile grew slowly. “I like you too, Devon.” “Good. That’s a start, isn’t it?” “It’s a great start.”
