"What picture? I have no clue what you’re talking about."
The floor didn’t open, and neither did her lips.
"Haley?" His voice floated softly on the air, but she couldn’t breathe because embarrassment punished her lungs. Then the oxygen had returned, and she pushed through it.
"I checked you out… on Google and social sites… before we went to Pat's.'" Before you even asked me out, but that’s a minor detail. She pressed her lips into a straight line and shrugged. "You could have been a serial killer or something."
"Or something… Oh, that’s brilliant." He’d laughed, and it took off the weight. His hands dropped to her hips. "Happy to know you took precaution and resisted trusting my charm and good looks."
"Ted Bundy aced it in the charm and good looks department, too, so…"
"Then I’m thri
