“And then he asked me how I felt about you.”
Now I put real effort into wrestling out of his choke hold, eventually succeeding. I pull back and stare at Shane, horrified. “He didn’t.”
“He did.” His expression is carefully blank, dark eyes fathomless.
“And…you said…”
“I said…”
“That you’re in awe of me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That you admire my work ethic?”
“Yep.”
“And envy my wicked sense of humor?”
“No.”
“My fabulous legs?”
“Meh.”
“You lie!”