Page 55 of Sweetheart

I was still laughing.

"No witnesses?" he said. "Seriously? I may need to rethink this."

Sobering immediately, I said, "No need for that."

"I wouldn't want to get bopped."

I tilted my head, and he smiled.

"Nice acting by the way," he said.

"Thanks. Iwas inspired after watching every episode ofPeaky Blinders."

Sam chuckled. "You know what they say."

"No, what do they say?" I asked.

"Well, Sweetheart," he said in what I thought was supposed to be an English accent, "you don't mess with the Peaky freakin' Blinders."

I shook my head. "That has to be the worst accent I've ever heard."

Sam shrugged.

"And they don't say freakin'."

"Didn't want to drop the F bomb this early in the morning."

I laughed at that. "I am slightly impressed that you knew the show though."

"I live to impress," he said.

"Still deciding if it makes up for the accent."

"What'd you want to talk about?" he asked.

Pulling him to the side of the hall, I said, "The deal'soff to a good start. Our PDA game is strong."

His grin widened. He opened his mouth, no doubt to say something that would make me blush, so I hurried along.

"I just wanted to give you this."

Pushing the papers into his hands, I watched as he looked it over.

"What is it?"

I shrugged. "Our itinerary.For the week."

His eyes rose to meet mine.

"And a copy of my list," I added.

"Cool,I was going to ask for that." Sam's brow furrowed as hestaredback down at the papers. "But what do you mean itinerary? And why are some of the firsts starred while others aren't?"

My face brightened. "I'm glad you asked, Bishop. The ones with stars are the parts of my list I'd like to complete with you."

When he looked back up, his face was blank. "And the others?"

"I'll do those by myself—or with a friend."

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