Chapter 15
“Ice skating?” Beau raised an eyebrow. The library study room was almost empty—three weeks into the semester and really, only a few dedicated souls were occupying the study carrels. And one of them wasn’t even studying; she was poking her phone with mind-numbing intensity.
“Sure, man, why not?” Chaz laid a warm hand on his wrist, looking sincere and sexy and serious. “Look, I’ll do anything you want; go out to dinner and a movie, go dancing, tour the f*****g art museum if you really must, just come out on a date with me. You’re killin’ me here.”
“I—”
“Don’t say no. Please. One date. That’s all I’m asking. You’re single. You haven’t been to the RC meetings in months. Just. Say. Yes.”
Beau sighed. Apparently he attracted the sorts of people who didn’t take anything short of a
