“Is that an invitation or are you just informing me of your future whereabouts?”
A faint smile curves his lips. “It’s an invitation, smartass. Which you already knew. What’s the answer?”
“The answer is yes. Which you already knew.”
“Don’t want to assume anything.” He glances at my ring finger, then looks away. “Don’t know your schedule.”
Tell him. Just tell him about Michael. Tell him what happened. He deserves to know.
Does he? There’s no commitment here. And I’m not the only one holding things back. I barely know anything about him. Hell, I don’t even know how old he is!
I go back and forth mentally for a few seconds, arguing with myself, until he startles me by asking, “How old are you?”
I laugh uneasily. “God, that’s strange.”
“What is?”
“I was just thinking I don’t know how o
