His brows tug together. “You should be careful.” I snort a laugh that’s not very attractive, thinking he’s kidding. He’s not. “Your brother is right. You’re not very fun.” “No, I’m not.” His jaw tightens and a little muscle flexes in his cheek. “Then it’s a good thing you ran into me because I am the epitome of fun, and I’m going to make it my mission to make sure you have fun tomorrow night.”
