Her expression was more eager than shy, and he liked the combination. “Well, since I’m already dressed, and I think I’m running a little low on the Ben & Jerry’s . . . yes, I’d like to go out to dinner with you. But this isn’t a date.” At his raised eyebrow, she added, “I mean, it’s not like this was planned, so we’ll go Dutch.”
Shaking his head, he smiled at her. “Uh-uh. I asked you out to dinner, and it’s my treat. I’m not expecting anything in return, Angie, just the pleasure of your company for the evening. And maybe a goodnight kiss if you decide you had a good time.”
Now why did he tack on that last sentence? He was about to give himself a mental a*s-kicking when she beamed at him. “We’ll see.” She turned toward her door as his heart beat a little faster. “Let me grab my purse, and
