Chapter 9

“So,” I said low and quiet. Brandon sucked in a breath. “Tell me about yourself.”

Brandon’s smile was tentative, and he had to take a deep breath before he lifted his gaze to mine. “Are you trying to s-say you haven’t s-searched me on the w-web?”

I grinned and let a laugh escape. “Of course I have.” I didn’t lie, and I wasn’t going to pretend I hadn’t looked him up. He knew better than that. “But there’s painful little information about you out there. I know your birthday, and that you were born and raised in Atlanta. I know you’re thirty and you started acting about three years ago. I know you have a Golden Globe. But that doesn’t mean I knowyou.”

Brandon gave a tiny jerk, and his gaze locked on mine. I didn’t know what that smile on his pretty lips meant, but he seemed pleased with me, and that made me happy. Slowly, I slid out my right foot until I could rest it against one of his ankles. It wasn’t much of a touch, but Brandon’s body relaxed and his smile grew.