“When I met you, I told myself I wasn’t going to fall for you.” Jesus. Her words cut like a surgical knife through Blake’s heart. “I understand.” He needed to get out of here. “I’m supposed to meet Luke for dinner so I’ll—” “But I did.” He couldn’t stay here a minute longer. He needed to go—wait, what? Blake’s head snapped up. “What did you say?” “I did fall in love with you.”
