“Would you allow me to try to change your mind about that?”
I shook my head and his eyes moved then, watching my hairshake with it.
They came back to mine when I answered, “Nope.”
“Would you allow me to not allow you to not let me attemptto change your mind about that?”
That was convoluted for certain, but I still got him.
And what else I got was that I could probably repeat my“nope,” but I knew he was going to find a way to try anyway.
He was just not going to succeed.
So I shrugged again and said, “Knock yourself out, darlin’.”
His lips curled up again and I wished they hadn’t because anormal curl wasfine.A smile rocked my world.
The way they were right then set mycoochieto tingling.
Seriously.
And mycoochiehadn’t tingled formonths,not to mention no wayin hellI thought it ever would again after mytime on the asphalt out back.
“Dinner tomorrow,” he said.
“No,” I replied.
Slowly, his head tilted to the side and that hit mycoochietoo.
Damn.
“Thank you for speaking with me, Daisy.”
He was ending this.
But he was absolutely not ending this.
Crap.
“Not a problem.”
“Would you like me to escort you to your car or back to yourfriend?”he asked.
“Beengettin’ around mostly okayon my own, honey bunch.So thanks.I’m good.”
“Would you…like me to escort you to your car…or back to yourfriend?”he repeated, his words firmer, he took his time saying them and I gothis message.
“I see this isgonnabeinteresting,” I muttered.
“Agreed,” he did not mutter.
We stared at each other.
This went on awhile.
Marcus ended it.
“You shouldn’t have laughed.”
