Screw it. If I was going to do this, I might as well go all in. “Go on a date with me,” I said. Her eyes flared with an unidentifiable emotion before they shuttered. “No.” “Why not? And forget about your job for a second. Give me a real reason, Sloane.” Her fingers curled tight around her fork. Odds were, she was picturing stabbing me with it, but I didn’t mind a little hypothetical violence. It kept things interesting. The noise from the dining room retreated as I waited for an answer. Beneath my casual exterior, my heart fought to break out of my chest. I’d never felt this nervous over
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