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“Ask me,” April said softly, electricity jolting through her.

Patrick’s eyes jerked to hers. “What?”

“Ask me out.”

“April—”

“Nothing fancy,” she said, hoping she didn’t sound desperate. Because she wasn’t. Really. “Dinner at Emerson’s. Maybe a movie. If things work out …” Her heart thumped against her sternum. “Maybe a good-night kiss at the end.”

Oh, dear. Poor baby actually flinched. And not, she didn’t think, because he found the idea appalling. Strange, and wonderful, the feeling of power that gave her. Frowning though he was.

“I thought I made it clear—”

“What’s clear,” she said with remarkable calm, considering, “is that there’s something humming between us. Agreed?”