She sighed. “Sure.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Whatya got planned?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she sassed.
“Hence the reason I’m askin’.”
She stared at me for a few seconds before letting out a quiet huff. “I’ve got nothing.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’ve got nothing planned. Nada, nothing, zip.”
I chuckled. “There you go, playin’ hard to get again.”
“Iknow. I’m a mess.” She sighed. “I really should go, though.”
“You wanna meet up somewhere? Maybe tomorrow?”
“Gio, how? You can’t walk.”
“I’ve got friends who can drop me places,” I said. “I’d like to take you out. I can meet you somewhere for dinner or somethin’.”
“You just don’t give up, do you?”
“Why would I?” I challenged. “When a miner strikes gold, he doesn’t stop pannin’, and you’re worth the effort, Fizzy.”
Her face reddened and she dropped her head. “Wow.”
“So, will you meet me for dinner tomorrow?”
She met my eyes. “How could I not after all of that?”
I grinned. “Correct answer, beautiful.”
“What am I going to do with you?”
“You’re gonna enjoy the ride.”
She let out a quiet snort.
“I’ll text you the details.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
“Do you really need to go?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Call me later?” I demanded.
“Maybe,” she retorted.
I let out a quiet growl and she grinned. “Bossy.”
“You havenoidea.”
She raised an eyebrow, and rose to her feet, grabbing her purse as she did.
