MARION

I stared at Demetria, waiting for her response. Whether she said yes or no, this particular date is still happening. She just didn’t know me well enough; she thought her refusal could stop me.

I’d already decided. I’d call my car dealer first thing in the morning. A Mercedes A-Class with her name on it. That’s how serious I was.

She sat beside me, chewing on her bottom lip. God, the way she did that without even realizing, she had no idea what it did to me.

“And if I say ...