Because apparently I’ve learned nothing.
The night air hits my face, cool and quiet after the noise of the party.
Blake closes the cab door behind me and nods toward the building.
“Walk me through this,” he says.
“This?”
“Your objections. One at a time.”
I laugh because I have to.“You are exhausting.”
“And yet.”
I glare at him.
He smiles.
“Fine,” I say.“One: I barely know you.”
“You knew me when I was blond and tiny.”
“You were not tiny, remember?”
“See? Already arguing like a married couple.”
I look away so he can’t see me smile.“That was not a real point.”
“Ok. You barely know me now. Fair.”
“Two: you’re my brother’s best friend.”
“Strong point. Still not a dealbreaker.”
“For you.”
“For Zane, either, if I handle it right.”
I stop walking and turn toward him.“You are not pitching my brother on dating me like this is a trade negotiation.”
He lifts both hands.“Noted.”
“Three,” I continue, because I’m on a roll now,“you’re a hockey player.”
“That sounded judgmental.”
“It was.”
He gasps softly.“I’m wounded.”
“Be serious.”
He sobers at once.“Ok. Three. I’m a hockey player.”
“You have a lifestyle.”
“I live in an apartment and eat a concerning amount of pasta.”
