“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll toast to us becoming great friends if you promise to tell me when you want something more with me.” My eyes rounded, then I tossed back my head, laughing at his deliberate word choice. When, not if. “You’re something else,” I teased. He shook his head. “Nah, just optimistic.” “All right.” I lifted my glass. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
