Chapter 53

“I’m not what you’d call a demonstrative guy,” I finally ventured. That got me a blank look. “I mean, I might not remember to hold hands and bring you flowers and kiss you under a full moon. But you can always remind me.”

He sighed and got a dreamy look on his face. “You kissed me under a full moon at St. Michael’s, remember? I think that was when I knew you were the guy.”

I snorted and reached for the TV remote. “I knew I was in trouble when I saw you in those ridiculous cut-off jeans, showing off your basket to every Tom, Dick, and Harry walking past.”

“Really?” He gulped the rest of his juice, poured another glass. “I thought you figured I was just a dumb street hustler.”

“You werea dumb street hustler, kid. You probably were going to ask me for twenty dollars, am I right?”