Nodding, I dig into my wallet for my checkbook and write out my donation. Evan watches me with a smirk and an amused look.
“Yes?” I arch a brow.
“Just thinking.”
“About what?” I ask, tilting my head down to sign my name.
“What panties you’ll be wearing on our date. I think I’ll start a collection.”
I look up at him and scowl. “The only panties you’re going to add to that collection are ones you go and buy yourself.”
I rip the check out and hand it over to the volunteer who’s collecting the winning bids.
“We’ll see.” He winks.
“You’re so full of yourself,” I say with a laugh, unable to stay mad at him when he gives me that cocky grin of his.
“It’s called confidence, sweetheart. But, if I recall, you were full of me not that long ago, so don’t say it like it’s a bad thing.” His cras
