Ginger didn't get it. Did this guy seriously fall in love with her at first sight? But he saw her take down a purse snatcher! What was lovable about that?
"You really think so?" she squeaked.
Dane nodded vehemently. "Don't listen to anybody who says otherwise, okay?"
All she could do was mutely nod even though that was easier said than done. She had believed people like that her whole life. Especially that jerk Taylor. But maybe…just maybe…was it possible that she might be someone's type after all?
Ginger didn't know what she was supposed to do about this. She had already given up on her stupid, pointless dreams of love, hadn't she? Why did what this man she didn't even know was saying have to sway her?
She had always dreamed of being adored but those dreams had been crushed to smithereens. So why did Dane have to go and say she was adorable on the first date, huh?
