The last word had barely left her lips when he spoke. "If you're thinking about finding a boyfriend, where do I rank on the list of candidates?"
Erin Lowell froze. "What?"
He leaned in deliberately close. Without even trying, she could smell his unique scent—a mix of the cool night air and the faint fragrance of laundry detergent.
Zane Jennings raised an eyebrow but offered no explanation. He propped an arm on the table, his gaze patient as he watched her.
Her lashes trembled slightly as she lowered her gaze, her feathery lashes fluttering. "There are no candidates."
'I'm not planning on dating or getting married.' She envied others who had someone to dote on them and love them, but she was also aware of her own fate. 'I have no future.'
It wasn't that she didn't have any candidates; it was that she wouldn't allow herself to.
Zane Jennings sat up straighter, his gaze holding nothing else.
