“I’ve been called many things in my time, but never striking,” I replied. “Maybe you should think outside the box, pin me to the wall at your next art showing.” “Don’t tempt me,” Eric muttered, pushing his glasses up his nose with a suggestive twinkle in his eyes, and I threw my head back and laughed. This guy was growing on me. I liked his cheekiness. He was barking up the wrong tree, but I admired his sass.
