“Never in a million years would you catch me with that man.” Okay, well, that kind of stung. “It’s not like he’s hard to look at,” I say, eyes moving to my food and voice low. Embarrassed, I realize. Because despite how much I hate to admit it, there’s not a fucking molecule in my body that isn’t attracted to Ben. And someone questioning my taste to this degree? Well . . . “Oh, he’s good-looking, that’s for sure. You’ve caught a hottie, babe.” “I haven’t—” “You have. You both are just too fucking stubborn to admit it.”
