She rolled her eyes. “In case you can’t tell, T.R.’s got a thing for her, and she loves that he’s chasing her. She’s making him work for it.”
Huh. So T.R. had been serious when he’d asked for her friend’s number. “So, you game?”
“So game, Ty. On one condition,” she replied, smiling, so relaxed in his grip that little furrow he sometimes spied on her brow when she was thinking hard had evaporated.
Ty. How easily a nickname for him rolled off her tongue. A shame it had taken him so long to return the favor. “Name it, it’s yours.”
“You come with me, right now, before the sun gets any lower.”
His brow pleated. “Where?”
She smiled gently and cupped his cheek. “Someplace special.”