“Pardon me?” His dark brows darted upward.
“What is going on here?”
His smile slightly dropped. “We’re having a nice meal.”
“No, I mean, why the nice guy now?”
“Do I have to have a reason?” Confusion was evident in his eyes.
“I guess not.” I fiddled with my straw. “I just… I just don’t get why you want to hang out with me. Last night, you lost your temper at me. I’d like to know why?”
He shrugged. “When I looked into that angelic face of yours, it gave me pause. You’re so young and inexperienced.”
“My face is angelic?” I murmured. Did I hear him correctly?
Bane paused, holding my gaze. His eyes were compelling, magnetic. “Yes, quite stunning.”
I was glad of the semidarkness that hid my blushed cheeks. Then my blush turned into frustration. “I’ll never understand you,” I blurted ou
