A slow smile spread across Zane’s face.
“Really?” he asked, sounding far too pleased with himself.
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t make me regret saying yes.”
“Too late. I’m already planning our entire day.”
“That’s exactly why I might regret it.”
He laughed, and for a moment, the tension between us eased.
“Tomorrow then,” he said.
“Tomorrow.”
His eyes softened as he looked at me. “Good. I was starting to think you hated me.”
My hand froze halfway to my mouth. If only he knew. The problem wasn’t that I hated him.
The problem was that I was scared. I was scared of what the two brothers actually felt for me.
“You’re thinking again,” Zane pointed out.
“Maybe.”
“About me?”
I snorted. “Your ego is ridiculous.”
“So that’s a yes.”
“It’s not.”
He grinned. “I love it when you’re pissed of
