Sam Buttars couldn’t believe he’d just asked Bonnie Sherman to go to dinner with him.
Or something.
Or something.The way she blinked at him like he’d spoken Japanese showed that she couldn’t believe it either. Her fingers flitted around her throat, and Sam fantasized about kissing her against the pulse in her neck.
Stop it, he told himself. Stop it now. And apologize. Walk away.
Stop it, Stop it now. And apologize. Walk away.His brain sent so many short commands, he couldn’t sort them all. Couldn’t do anything. The four dates he’d gone on with Bonnie a few months ago had been the best ones he’d been on in years. She was definitely the most interesting, prettiest woman he’d had the pleasure of meeting in Island Park.
Island Park. That was the whole problem. He wasn’t going to be in tow
