“What exactly are you doing?” I asked when he did another lap around my little living room. Connor stopped, glanced my way, and shook his head. “I’m thinking about how long it would take me to say goodnight to you if we were really dating.” Yeah. Eye roll. “Okay, got it.” I shoved him toward the door. “Out you go.” SweetCuteLol Book:The Catching Kind Source: The Catching Kind