GRACE POV
His nerve.
His freaking nerve!
He asked me out. Again.
Second day in a row!
And the worst freaking part? It took all my willpower — and the full recitation of my newly minted “I-do-not-need-men-especially-gigantic-ones-with-smiles-that-could-kill” mantra — to say no again.
The man had balls, I’ll give him that.
Bold. Confident. Arrogant as hell. And so ridiculously charming it made my brain short-circuit every time he smiled. Those tattooed forearms didn’t help either — the way his shirt sleeves were rolled up like a walking thirst trap. Goddess, he probably knew what he was doing.
And me? I didn’t know how long I could hold out before I stopped being rational and said yes.
Hopefully, he’d get the message. I’d rejected him twice now — once when he offered me tea, and aga
