“You never told me you dredge,” I said, staring at him. “There are a lot of things I haven’t told you.” He grinned, a crooked smile turning one side of his mouth up, where a dimple appeared. I dropped my eyes, the sudden flush in my cheeks warming my skin. I didn’t think I had ever seen him smile. Not ever. And I didn’t like the way seeing him like that made me feel. Or I did. I didn’t want to disentangle the difference between the two.
