Page 108 of One Bad Idea
"Why what?"
"Why you'd ask me to dance."
He gave me a knowing smile. "Do I need a reason?"
The smile caught me off guard, and I stupidly smiled back. "Well, you'd better have a reason," I teased, "because you promised to give me one."
"Did I?"
"Definitely. Thatwasthe deal, right?"
"Alright. Here's a reason." He paused. "I wanted to ask you something."
"But why didn't you ask methen?"
"Because I didn't want you running off."
"Why would I run off?"
"Wasn’t that what you were doing?" he said. "Heading for the exit?"
"Maybe," I admitted, "but not when you asked me to dance. By then, I'd already stopped."
"Yeah, but for how long?"
It was a good question, but I had no good answer. Storming off had sounded like the perfect plan until he'd distracted me by acting almost human.
Almost, but not quite.
And now, he was doing it again.Just what was he up to, anyway?
"So…?" I prompted. "What was the question?"
Suddenly, he wasn't smiling anymore. "You do this a lot?"
"Sorry, what?"
"That's the question." He repeated it, more deliberately this time. "Do you do this a lot?"
"Dowhat?"
"Come to clubs alone."
I stiffened. "No."
"But…?" he prompted.
"But nothing," I said. "I felt like going out, and I wouldn’t've come alone except that Cassidy's working."
"So?"
"So, it's not like I know a lot of people here."
"You knowme."
I wasn't even sure what that meant. Recalling the scene with him and Victoria, I gave a bitter laugh. "Well, you looked pretty busy, so…" I didn't bother finishing the sentence.
His gaze met mine. In a low voice, he said, "Not as busy as you think."
