He placed one hand on the railings behind me, then the other, boxing me in. His face was just inches from mine now, his dark eyes locked on me with an intensity that made my knees weak.

“What’s wrong, Evie?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “You’re not usually this quiet.”

I inhaled sharply, trying to pull myself together. “Someone might see us like this,” I said, my voice shaky.

He tilted his head, his smirk growing. “That’s their business, not ...