“Favorite color?”
“I don’t have one.”
“You must have a favorite color to wear, at least. What’s your preferred color of underwear?” I asked.
He was still looking at his phone, but his thumb stilled. Just for a moment. I had his attention.
“On me or someone else?” he asked.
“Either.” Thank god. We were getting somewhere.
“White,” he said. “Lace.”
My pulse kicked. Had he seen me last night?
“What about on you?” I asked, my mouth dry.
“I don’t wear them,” he said.
My gaze darted to his lap. When I looked up, he was watching me, his green eyes intense.
“Be careful, curious little cat,” he said, his voice purring the warning.
He was making me hot, but I had to focus. I was finally getting information out of him, and I wasn’t going to lose my momentum.
“Favorite song?” I prodded. “I know it’s not really Meat Loaf. Is it?”
Stefan shot me a look, and I gave him an innocent smile.
“What will it take for you to stop asking questions?” he demanded.
“Answering them would help,” I offered. “I’m just trying to get to know you.”
“Give me thirty minutes of silence, okay?”
“Only if,” I said, my brain whirling, “you take me for a ride on the ferris wheel.”
He stared at me. “You want to ride the ferris wheel?”
“We’re in Vienna.” I gestured outside. “It’s a famous landmark. Isn’t that what people do here?”
“That’s what tourists do here,” he said. “And children.”
“Well,” I said, crossing my arms, “I’m a tourist and I’m excited to be here. I’ll stop asking questions for half an hour if we can ride the ferris wheel. Is it a deal?”
I held out my hand.
Finally, he smiled. “It’s a deal,” he said. “You are extremely persistent, Tori Lindsey.”
With amusement dancing in his eyes, we shook. Heat spread through me, eclipsing any lingering fears I had about our connection. I wanted so much more from him than a ride on the ferris wheel, but this would have to be enough. For now.
