Bren
I’d never wanted a glass of wine so badly in my entire life.
Though, of course, I would have taken a shot, too. Or maybe a hole in the head. Anything to get me off this constant roller coaster or to make me less likely to hide under the table until he finally gave up and left.
Swallowing hard, I forced myself to remember what he’d just asked me but was saved when the waitress stopped by our table to take our order. “Uh, the apple, bacon, and gorgonzola salad, I think. Sounds good. Not that I’m like craving apples or anything.”
He nodded. “It does sound good. Steak for me, please.”
He ignored my complete spazziness just like he had earlier. Which, of course, made perfect sense.
Because that’s exactly what he was—perfect.
Seriously, not only had this guy completely rocked my
