Chapter 12

I glanced at him. “You aren’t watching the movie.”

“Sure, I am.”

Rolling my eyes, I smiled. “No, you haven’t looked at the TV for like twenty minutes.”

“I like it when you do that,” he said, totally ignoring everything I’d just said.

“What?”

“Smile. You don’t really do it very often, Seth, but you have an amazing smile.”

My face flamed, but I tried not to do what I would normally do and get all defensive and prickly and deny I had anything attractive about myself. Instead I opened my mouth and squeaked out a rather lame sounding, “Thanks.”

I tried to go back to concentrating on the film, but honestly it was hard to do with the sexy as sin Casey sitting absurdly close to me on the couch. Knowing he watched me as though I was actually something to look at filled me with a warmth and excitement I never felt before.

“So, um, Casey?”

“Hmm?”

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-two. Why?”