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“Why are you so surprised? You trying to give me a complex?”
A throaty chuckle escaped his lips. “Goddamnit, woman, you’re something else.”
He stepped toward her, and she instinctively took a step back. It didn’t seem to stop him though. He backed her right up against the toaster shelf, his blue eyes darkening as he inched closer.
“I’m coming over at seven. I’ll bring dinner.” His husky voice sent shivers down her spine.
“I don’t remember inviting you over for dinner.”
“Because you didn’t.”
“So you’re inviting yourself?” Libby’s voice was becoming more and more breathless. She couldn’t think properly when he was this close. Why was he so close?
“Yeah, princess, I am.”
Maybe he was the psycho. Before she could confirm or deny that he was a serial killer, he pushed off the shelf behind her head and turned to leave.
“See you at seven,” he called out to her. He walked away before she had a chance to protest.
What the hell was that?
CHAPTER TWO
Zach didn’t usually make a habit of inviting himself over to women’s houses for dinner. In all honesty, he couldn’t quite believe it himself.
This woman, Libby, was different though. He hadn’t worked out why yet. It couldn’t just be because she was beautiful. Although, he certainly hadn’t missed the fact that she was. No, there was something else, something that managed to crawl really deep under his skin from the instant he’d laid eyes on her. That feeling had only intensified with each interaction they’d had.
Running his hand through his hair again, he blew out a long breath. It was time to go inside. The takeout he’d picked up would get cold if he didn’t pull his head out of his ass soon.
You’ve got this. She’s just a normal woman.
The problem was, she wasn’t like any woman he’d ever met before. A fact his body was well aware of. He certainly couldn’t remember a time his palms had ever sweated before. Libby may have looked like a Disney princess, but inside she was all sass and fire. And it was sexy as hell.
Once he’d finally managed to drag himself out of the car, he reached into the backseat to grab the food and the toaster he’d promised her. Car locked, he made his way up the pebble path and stopped outside the glossy red front door.
Be cool.
