“What about dating?”
“That’s what we’re doing.”
“No, I mean, dating other people.” I sent him an emphasized look. “You aren’t exactly known for being celibate.”
He barked a laugh of disbelief. “Neither are you.”
My brows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”
A muscle in Emmett’s jaw ticked. “You usually date summer workers. Elizabeth mentioned you seeing some guy last summer, some guy who worked at Wyatt’s surf shop.” He surveyed me. His gaze was typically amused and easy-going but there was something hard beneath it in this moment. Irritation, maybe. “Seems like you always date people who have a defined date to go home, is that right?”
I was speechless. My mouth opened and closed, and I looked around the room. “Okay, so? I’m not really looking for anything long term and—” I shrugg
