“I do,” I murmured.
He’d made it to the Pacific Coast Highway and was headed down it, his gaze scanning for our destination, I presumed. Finally he pulled into a pay-by-the-hour beach parking lot and found a spot facing the ocean.
“We can watch the sunset,” Brady said.
I tried to turn my gaze to the beautiful sea and the sun glistening on it, but I kept being repeatedly drawn to his profile. He really was too good looking. He’d always been cute in school, or I’d thought so, but now…I was learning that there was such a thing as too good looking. Maybe that was unfair. But Brady definitely knew he was hot.
“Nice, huh?” he asked, stretching his arm across toward the passenger seat. “Think you’d like to come to my house?”
I was torn. After all there was a party at my place. Sure, it had been mostly Rick’s idea, but shouldn’t I play host? Of course I had already left, hadn’t I? I wasn’t much of a host anyway.