“Still good to hear you say it.” He pulled me close and kissed my temple before helping me into
his yellow Mustang.
We rode in comfortable silence for a few minutes before I decided to ask a question that had
danced in my mind for days. “Bishop?”
“Mmm?”
“Why me?” I asked softly, peering at him from the corner of my eye.
His gaze swept my way with amusement. “Why not you?”
“Because we hardly know each other. How could you have been so convinced you wanted me in
such a short amount of time?”
“I don’t have to eat two tubs of mint chip ice cream to know it’s my favorite.”
“Yeah, but people aren’t ice cream,” I chided playfully. My insides warmed at his molten gaze.
“No, but you taste just as sweet.”
Hell, what had I been thinking to push him away? He was everything a sane,
