“You have to at least give me a hint.”
It’s Friday night, and I’m riding beside Landon in his car, scanning my surroundings for any hints of our destination.
“No way.” He shakes his head, his resolve firm. “You’ve made it this long without knowing. What’s a few more minutes?”
His masculine, woodsy scent fills the small space between us, and I inhale deeply, nervous excitement bubbling inside me.
“One clue.” I beg shamelessly, batting my eyelashes at him.
His chest rises and falls with a deep breath, and when we stop at a red light, his blue eyes fix on mine. “Why are you so interested? You’ve barely agreed to date me . . .”
“That’s not true, is it?”
His smile is strained. “I don’t know. You tell me, Aubree.”
The sound of my name on his lips makes my heart stutter. The last time we
