“It was a good one.” I allowed myself a laugh. “Tell Clay the next time you talk. He’ll love it.”
“I’ll do that.” He rested his chin on his fist. “You aren’t what I expected.”
“Yes, well, I’m still evil deep down where it counts.” I scooted down the bench. “I’ve also got to go.”
“Because Clay left.”
“Because I have a store that opens in fifteen minutes.”
“Ask him about dinner,” a tiny voice coaxed from my hair.
“Asa—” A frown pinched my lips when he shut his eyes. “Are you okay over there?”
“Yes.” His eyes, when he opened them, were as black as I imagined my soul to be. “I’m fine.”
“Maybe dinner isn’t a good idea.” I shifted my body to shield other diners from him. “Your eyes are…”
“Apologies.” He lowered his head. “I’ll text you about dinner.”
“You have my number?”
From this angle, I caught a hint of his smile. “It is printed on your business cards, yes.”
Laughter spilled down from the top of my head, which drew his dark gaze up to Colby.
I had been wrong, I realized. His eyes weren’t black. They were a crimson so deep as to be fathomless.
And he had caught me staring at him again.
Dinner with Asa was a bad idea.
Too bad those were my specialty.