Page 68 of Take This Heart
“That’s easy,” he says. “Iama dog person.”
I harrumph. It figures.
“Truth or dare?” he says.
“Truth.”
His grin widens. “Okay. Admit that I’m not that bad after all.”
“You’re not bad, you’re awful!”
“Come on, tell the truth.” He laughs. “I’d started to win you over.”
“If you are what you seem…you might not be quite as bad as I thought you were. But are you?”
He smirks. “How do I seem?”
“Cocky and arrogant.”
He laughs. “You were sure ready to go with thoselovelyattributes. Hmm. I’d say yes to cocky, not as much to arrogant. Arrogance is more about looking down on someone else, isn’t it? And I don’t do that.” He makes a face. “So, really, I’m not so bad, right?”
I roll my eyes and bite the inside of my mouth, trying not to grin. How could he possibly be getting to me? “It’s my turn. Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“Mmhmm. Thought so. Okay, I dare you to tell me what you thought about me the first time you met me.”
“That’s just another way to get the truth out of me!”
I snort and hand the bottle back to him. “Deal with it.”
“I knew you wouldn’t play fair,” he grumbles. He turns to look at me and I shift under his gaze. “I thought youwere beautiful and mouthy and probably going to ruin my life.”
My throat tightens and I laugh because I don’t know how else to respond. “Two out of three isn’t bad.”
“I’m still waiting for you to do the third,” he says. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
He points at me. “You scared of what I’d dare you to do?”
I shake my head. “Shush.”
“Okay…tell me something you hate about me.”
“Ugh. Let me count the ways.” I take another long pull of wine. It must be the alcohol and his honesty that make me say, “I hate that you lied. I hate that you’re impossible to stop thinking about. I hate that I want to yell at you and kiss you and set your smirk on fire. Even your hair smirks and it’ssohot andsoannoying.”
He stares at me for a long moment, his mouth twitching, before he leans closer andsmirks, dammit!
I groan and it just makes him laugh.
“Come here,” he says, leaning closer yet. “Come here and set my smirk on fire.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
OH, TO BE A DOG
MILO
