“When you put it that way…” She gave him her best impression of a casual laugh, as if the very suggestion of dating him was no more than a trivial goof over breakfast, instead of the secret yearning she'd been harboring for ages.
“I’m serious...sort of.”
Her heart rate sped up, and she felt a volley of play in her mid-section. She dropped her gaze to the half-eaten omelet on the table in front of her. What did he mean by sort of?
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