Meanwhile, my heart did somersaults. “Yours?” I whispered. Ben’s expression softened as he looked back at me, color tingeing his cheeks. He opened his mouth, closed it, and let out a soft sigh before shutting his eyes and steeling himself. Then those blues were locked on mine, fierce and determined as he said, loud and clear, “Mine.” “That’s our cue, lads,” Tom said, slapping the others on the shoulder. “But you . . . you’re cross with me.”
