After I thought it was weird, I thought that maybe he thought I was on a date and then made a date with him while I was on a date and then he’d think I was a bitch!

“No, just some girlfriends,” I told him quickly.

He gave me another smile. “That’s comin’ with someone, darlin’.”

Oh.

Right.

I bit my lip.

“Who?” he asked.

“Justine,” I answered, tipping my head toward the kitchen table where there were four guys and two girls sitting. When he turned his head to look, I expanded my answer, “The brunette.”

And right then, Justine, my friend the pretty brunette, drunkenly bounced a quarter on the table toward a shot glass, missed, and grinned. Two of the guys and one of the girls immediately shouted, “Shot!” Thus, she unsteadily grabbed the glass and threw it back, some of the vodka in it dribbling down her chin.

She finished this still grinning.

“You ain’t ridin’ back with her,” Logan growled and my gaze shot back to him. “Fact, she ain’t drivin’ anywhere.”

Oh man, I could love this guy.

Oh man!

That was crazy!

How could I possibly think I could love this guy just from him saying that?

“She isn’t, and I’m not,” I shared. “We’re staying the night here.”

“Good,” he muttered right before he got bumped by someone precariously making his way to the keg.

“You wanna get out of here?” I found myself asking and got his swift attention. “I don’t know. Sit out on the back deck or something?” I finished quickly so he didn’t get any ideas.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispered, his brown eyes locked to mine, and the way he said that, the way he was looking at me, I felt a shiver trail down my spine.

“Okay,” I whispered back.

He leaned in and grabbed my hand. His was big and rough and felt warm and strong wrapped around mine.

Okay.

Oh God.

Seriously.

Seriously.

It was true. It was crazy and totally freaking true.

I could fall in love with this guy.

And I knew that just from him wanting me to be safe and the feel of his hand around mine.

Oh man.

He led me out to the deck, straight to the steps that led to the yard, and we sat on the top one.

I was nervous in a way I’d never known before, but it felt good as I stared out into Kellie’s parents’ dark yard.

“So, Millie, tell me what we’re doin’ tomorrow night,” he ordered.

I turned my head to look at him. “What?”

“Whatever you wanna do, we’re doin’ it,” he stated. “So tell me what you wanna do.”

I tipped my head to the side, intrigued by this offer.

“How about we fly to Paris?” I suggested on an attempt at a joke.

“You got a passport?” he asked immediately, not smiling, sounding serious.