When she looked into his eyes, all she saw was vulnerability.

The anger inside her slowly faded.

She bit her lip and looked away. “Why are you telling me this now?”

“Because you asked last night,” he said softly. “But you don’t seem to remember. You were a little drunk.”

Bianca’s face turned red. “I did? Did… did I say anything else?” she asked in a panicked voice.

Dave’s eyes lit up with a teasing look. “Well,” he said, leaning in a little, “you said…”

Before he could finish, Bianca quickly covered his mouth with her hand. “Stop it!” she said, her face burning. “You know what they say—drunk words...