“You don’t look okay,” and . . . no. “Really.” My tone is icy. Is Ian Floyd trying to imply that he’s out of my reach? Because if so, I will slap him. “How do I look, then?” “Just . . .” He swallows again. “I . . . Women like you don’t usually . . .” “Women like me.” Wow. Sounds like I’ll actually have to slap him. “What’s that? Because—” “Beautiful. You are very, very beautiful. Probably the most . . . And you’re obviously smart and funny, so .
