“I’ll have you know, I have a very diverse movie repertoire.”

Her look intensified.

“I have an older sister, you know,” I admitted, which only eased the look by a hair. “And we take turns distracting my mother by watching period dramas with her. Emma is one of her favorites.”

“Distracting her from what?”

“Oh, you know. Sneaking out. Sneaking people in.” I paused. “Actually, that’s pretty much it.”

“Emma, huh?”

“And Shakespeare in Love. But Sliding Doors is my favorite.”

“That’s not a historical.”

“No, but it is a great movie. That Scottish dork ending up with Gwyneth Paltrow gave me hope that I had a shot.”

“With Gwyneth?” she asked on a laugh.

“Nah. Just in general.”

“Please. I can’t believe you ever doubted you could get any girl you wanted. Most guys too, I’d wager.”

“Believe it or not, I wasn’t always this dashing,” I said with a British accent.

“Impossible. You forget I knew you as a teenager.”

“Ask any of my siblings. Or my mom, but be prepared to spend the next three hours looking through photo albums. I was the runt of the litter, Laney not included.”

“You’re six-two.”

“Not until I was eighteen,” I noted.

“Kassius Bennet,” she said, leaning away with a stern look on her face, “I personally know at least five girls in high school who you ruined for life.”

I frowned. “You’re thinking of Luke.”

“Brenna Jacobs, Leah Fairview, Portia Chambers”—she ticked off on her fingers—“Evangeline Morley, and Cassie Argyle. Should I go on?”

“None of those girls actually liked me,” I insisted.

“That’s not what Evangeline said after prom. She said she was in love with you, but you brutally dumped her in the middle of the dance.”

“Because I caught her making out with Brian Sears under the bleachers.”

Her mouth popped open. “No.”

“Yup. Right behind the punch bowl. I saw her dress between the slats. Couldn’t miss it.”

“No one could. She looked like a safety cone.”

“Those girls didn’t like me, trust me. In fact, most of them were more interested in getting close to Luke than being with me.”

“Why?” she asked, face screwed up.

“I think you could ask your sister that question,” I joked, seeing as how Ivy and Luke had been friends with benefits through high school and then some.

“I never got the appeal. He was too …”

“Uninhibited?”

“Exactly. How’d you guess?”

“You like rules too much for a guy like Luke.”

“That’s true. But really, I just didn’t think he was as hot as everybody made him out to be.”

“Everybody says we look alike,” I said with a brow arched.

“You don’t. He looks like trouble.”

“And what do I look like?”

She considered the question with a smile on her face, which tilted back and forth as she inspected me. “Safety.”