She folded her arms and stared at him. “You do realize I just told you I don’t want to get married, right?”
“I know. But maybe you just don’t want to be forced into it. That’s different.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line. “You're something else."
He chuckled. “I understand your hesitation. I’m not asking for a wedding next week. I’m asking for one more dinner. No pressure. Just two people talking.”
May stayed quiet for a moment, her thoughts spinning. This was not how she planned the night to go. She wanted him to run away. Fast. Not sit there smiling at her like she was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.
Finally, she sighed. “Fine. One more dinner. But don’t expect me to fall head over heels or anything.”
“Deal,” he said, extending a hand with a grin.
She looked at it, the
