I roll my eyes and head to the car. “You’re incorrigible.”
“And you love me that way.” He opens the passenger door for me, then walks around. “Admit it—you have a thing for the bad boy.”
“You think you’re the bad boy?”
His brows twitch. “Yeah. You don’t?”
I don’t. Not at all. Sure, he has tattoos, but this isn’t the 1980s. Tattoos are the norm these days. No, I don’t have one yet, partly because my parents would flip, but I’ve been planning to get one. As soon as I think of something perfect and decide on a place no one will see it. Like the top of my ass.
“You just held the car door for me. You protect me from creepy guys. You fed my grandma applesauce. No, I’d say you’re the hero.”
Jared stares at me. His hazel eyes catch the light and glow and I lose my breath for a moment, becaus
