Asa paused before getting in the car and looked at Amy, a small smile teasing his lips.
“What?” Amy narrowed her eyes and asked.
“You’ve got something in your hair,” Asa said, reaching out to pluck a tiny piece of confetti from her curls. “Looks like the victory fountain at the eighteenth hole got a little enthusiastic.”
Amy touched her hair self-consciously. “Is there more?”
“No, just that one.” His fingers lingered near her temple for a heartbeat longer than necessary.
Amy felt a flutter in her chest that had nothing to do with the strange man who’d been following them. “Thanks for getting it.”
“No problem,” he said. “I’m having a really good time,” Asa said, his voice genuine.
“Me too,” Amy said.
“I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while.”
“You have?” Amy couldn’t keep the
