MARION
I stared at Demetria, waiting for her response. Whether she said yes or no, this particular date is still happening. She just didn’t know me well enough; she thought her refusal could stop me.
I’d already decided. I’d call my car dealer first thing in the morning. A Mercedes A-Class with her name on it. That’s how serious I was.
She sat beside me, chewing on her bottom lip. God, the way she did that without even realizing, she had no idea what it did to me.
“And if I say no?” she asked finally, arching her brow in that stubborn way of hers.
“Then no apology,” I said, leaning back with a casual shrug. “But I’ll find ways and means for the date to come off. You should know me by now, Wildfire. If I want something, I make it happen.”
I paused, letting the words sink in, my eyes l
