I looked at him carefully. "I'm not saying you're a bad person. I honestly don't know whether you are. I barely know you. But before all of this..."
I gestured between us again.
"...I only knew Knox Calloway's reputation."
My eyes met his.
"Are you getting what I'm trying to say without taking it the wrong way?"
For reasons I couldn't explain... I wanted him to.
"I believe you."
I frowned. "What?"
"About not dating me."
His lips curved, not into a smile exactly, but something close enough to make me suspicious.
"Your dating portfolio proves it."
I blinked.
"You've got a type, Birdie."
He counted on his fingers as though presenting evidence in court.
"Golden retriever personality. Nice guy. Sunshine smile. Big speeches. Bigger promises. The kind of guy who'd get down on one kn
