Gina’s gut writhed, but she really didn’t want to ruin her chance with Owen. She couldn’t even believe she had a chance with Owen. But there he sat, right across from her, eating that meat and pasta—with the disgusting barbecue sauce—and watching her with those sharp yet dreamy eyes.
had“I don’t like barbecue sauce because one of my foster dads made me eat it on everything.” And it wasn’t the taste she found repulsive.
Owen’s eyes softened. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me everything.”
Gina swallowed, her own mac and cheese almost tasteless because of this conversation. “But I want to.”
A smile passed across his whole face, and he ducked his head as if he were fifteen and this was their first date.
Technically, it was their first date, and Gina felt just as nervous and off-kilter
