Ouch. Direct hit.
“Understandable,” I said, undeterred. “But if you reconsider, I’m an excellent dancer, moderately tolerable in small doses, and far better company than your father.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“Observing,” I reminded quickly. “Besides, Mia talks loud when she’s with you.”
She turned to leave, to my surprise.
“Hey,” I called after her. “I’m not a bad bet, you know!”
She glanced over her shoulder. “I don’t bet on things that smile that much.”
And then she walked off.
Hm. That almost felt like a compliment.
I stood there for a moment, hands in my pockets, watching the moon catch in her hair like gold and fire. Even in this light, she shines more like the sun.
Fascinating.
On problem though... I wasn’t supposed to care. Or really be entertaining this. Whether he adm
