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You’re being unfair again, Sydnee.

He backs onto the sidewalk.

“Gray…”

“It’s okay, Sydnee. It was a dumb question.”

I hold onto the top of my thin little door. “Where would we go?” What?

“Nope. Don’t worry about it.” He starts for the grass.

“What if I want to go?”

He turns, slowly. “Do you?” I hear challenge that demands authenticity.

“Honestly?”

He jerks a nod, that strong jaw of his firmly molded in place.

“I don’t know what I want, Gray. Not when it comes to you.”

He tries to disguise a wince. No, my answer could hardly be what he was looking for, but my forthrightness appears to resonate. “Then go out with me tomorrow and see if you can figure it out.”

That’s one approach.

“I won’t beg, Sydnee.”

Seems exactly like something he’d do, but I believe a nerve was touched. He executes another backward step, lets go of my gaze, and turns for the house.

“I want to!”

That stops him. He sets his hands at his waist. “Convince me.”

“I do. Please, Gray.” Borderline desperation blindsides me.

His jaw cocks.

“Gray…” Wait. Now who’s begging? “You know what, just—”

“Deal. Does tomorrow night work?”

“Yes, but—”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at six. Dress is casual.”

Chapter 23

Sydnee

Dress is casual.

As if I have anything but.

I deflate onto the foot of my bed and stare across the yawning, cavernous twelve inches between my knees and my open closet.Gray must wonder what tragic realm he’s fallen into over here with Donny and me.

I close my eyes, tilt my head, then peek open again. No luck. Nothing fabulous, or even half fabulous, has materialized.

The big black bag I haven’t been able to bring myself to sort through taunts me from the corner of the room. No doubt there’s something incredible in there, something awesome and perfect for a date with a pro-baseball player.

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