Page 31 of Promise Not to Fall for the Rich & Famous

“I know. He’s lucky I still like him after that.”

Carly plunked onto her chair and squared a look at him. “Let’s not let him do that with us again, aboutanything.” The look in her eye was playful.

“Okay.”

“So we’ve got to learn everything there is to learn about one another.”

A dose of new warmth sprouted in his chest. Different from the heat she put in his belly. This went straight to his heart.

“I’m game.” Gage twisted his fork in the heap of pasta and looked up at her. “Let’s start with biggest fear. No,” he amended, “how aboutchildfears.”

Carly tore a chunk of bread off the loaf. “Frogs. You?”

“Puppets.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re afraid of puppets?” She broke into a giggle.

“Uh,wasafraid of them.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at her obvious amusement. “With your whole frog phobia—were you scared ofKermit?”

Those dimples stayed in place. “No way.”

“Me neither,” he admitted. “I liked him.”

She held his gaze. “So…selectivepuppet phobia.”

Gage shrugged. “Guess so.”

Carly dabbed her mouth with a napkin and piped up with another one. “What kind of music do you like best?”

Gage grinned, loving how she’d risen to the occasion. “I like anything with an electric guitar, pretty much.” He chuckled. “Plus I love rap music.”

She lifted a brow. “I would not have guessed that. See if you can guess whatIlike.”

He stared at her, trying to imagine her singing along with tunes on the radio. A challenging spark lit her eyes as she returned his gaze.

Finally, he spit out an answer. “Maybe pop music?”

She pulled a cringe face.

“No, folk. You like folk, don’t you? Or grunge?”

Carly chuckled. “I like classical music. Beethoven, Mozart, Berlioz’sSymphonie Fantasique.I love the ending of that one.”

Dang, she was revealing new layers of herself every day. Multiple times a day. “I wouldn’t have guessed that either.”

“Obviously,” she razzed. “You guessed like five other genres.” She grinned. “But Idolike folk music too. It’s just not my go-to.”

“What’s your very favorite symphonies out of all of them?” Not that he’d recognize the name of any.

She grinned. “Moonlight Sonata,the First Movement.”

Gage made a mental note to listen to it after they said goodnight.

The conversation continued with a round of questions so rapid they had to reheat their food and remind themselves to take bites between answers. He’d been happy to find that Carly really did know how to cook. Spaghetti, anyway.

“So are you good at cooking in general, or is spaghetti like youronething?”

They’d finished cleaning up now and Carly was fetching something for dessert from her pantry. “My one thing? It’s one of myfavoritethings, but I can cook anything, pretty much.” She shuffled out of the pantry with a box of graham crackers, a bag of marshmallows, and a king sized chocolate bar. “Doyoucook?”