Chapter Eight
Landon
“Excuse me?” I stared at Angel in disbelief, then realized everyone in the bar was eyeing us. “Please, Angel, sit down.”
He got off his knee and slid onto the stool next to me. “I’ve never asked anyone on a date before.” He muttered, then glanced away.
This was so unlike the man I thought I knew. Angel was always so sure of himself, and now he was acting nervous, like he was insecure, and of all the men I’d ever met, he had the least to be insecure about. The man radiated s*x appeal, and any guy in this bar would give anything to spend one night in his bed.
Except me.
“No.” I slugged back the rest of my drink. “That would be a bad idea. You and me going out on a date, we’re too different.” I inhaled and turned toward him. “Why me?”
“Why not you?” Angel sighed. “
