“I have a date tonight,” she said. I looked up, finding her standing against the printer table. She nibbled on the side of her full bottom lip, and my eyes drifted from there to her wide brown eyes. “Yeah?” My voice sounded rough, even to me. She nodded. “Another one of my grandma’s setups.” That fact made breathing only slightly easier. “Ah.” “Yep. But he seemed nice enough.” Even I knew she deserved more than “nice enough.” But if I wasn’t willing or able to give it to her, what more was there to say? “I hope you have a good time.” Lies. Right through my clenched teeth.
