/Jane/
I'm sorry, but I'm already taken. As a matter of fact, I did make a joke.
Nate came in for a closer look. His eyes had a cold, analytical quality that made me uneasy—not in a scary sense, but as if he were up to no good. "I think we should play a little game," he said, a sly grin on his face.
It's like, "What type of game?"
That grin of his became wider. A game of romance. Challenge your friends of the opposite gender to a game of "who can collect the most phone numbers from the other s*x tonight?"
I shook my head and chuckled, moving in closer to Kurt. I politely declined, saying, "I have all the phone numbers I want, thanks."
As he walked, Nate sulked. "Oh, come on, let there be some rivalry. The stakes are high: "If I win, tomorrow I get an hour in your rental car, and if y
