My heart skipped a beat.

Though, he couldn’t be serious.

I mean, Paris?

“Do you?” I returned.

“Nope, but that’s what you wanna do, I’ll get one.”

I grinned at him. “Not sure you can get a passport in a day, Logan.”

“You wanna go to Paris, I’ll find a way.”

I shook my head, looking away.

He was good at this. A master at delivering lines.

I liked it. It showed confidence.

But they were still just lines.

“And he says all the right things,” I told the yard.

“Babe, I’m not jokin’.”

My eyes flew back to him because he still sounded serious.

And when they flew back to him, the lights from the house illuminating his handsome face, he looked serious.

“I don’t wanna go to Paris,” I whispered. “Well, I do,” I hastened to add. “Just not tomorrow night. I don’t think I have the right thing to wear on a date in Paris.”

He grinned at me. “Well, that’s a relief. Coulda swung it by the skin of my teeth but it’d set me up for a fail on our second date. Not sure how I’d top Paris.”

He was already thinking of a second date.

I liked that too.

But I liked his words better because it was cool to know he could be funny.

I couldn’t help it and didn’t know why I would try.

I laughed.

He kept grinning while I did it and scooted closer to me so our knees were touching.

“So tell me, Millie, what d’you wanna do?” he asked when I quit laughing.

“I wanna see what you wanna do,” I told him.

“Then that’s what we’ll do.”

I looked into his eyes through the dark and felt something strange. Not a bad strange. A happy one.

Comfortable. Safe.

Yes, both of those just looking into his eyes.

“So, do you wanna go to Paris?” I asked. “I mean, one day.”

“Sure,” he told me. “Though, not top on my list.”

“What’s top on your list?”

“Ridin’ ’cross Australia.”

“Riding?” I asked.

“On my bike.”

I felt my eyes get big. “You mean, the motorcycle kind?”

He put pressure on my knee as he gave me another grin. “I’m the kinda guy, Millie, who doesn’t acknowledge there is another kind of bike.”

Absolutely for sure, my parents would not approve of this guy.

And absolutely for sure, I so totally did.

“So you have a bike?” I pushed.

“Harley,” he told me.

“Do I get to ride on it tomorrow?” I went on, not bothering to filter the excitement out of my question.

He stared into my eyes.

“Absolutely,” he answered.

I smiled at him and I knew it was big.

His gaze dropped to my mouth and when it did, my legs started tingling again. But this time, the tingles emanated from the insides of my thighs, out.