Yates Donovan rarely agonized over something for this long.
He was dying for a chance to ask Mia Grant again, but with her… asking would be pointless.
All he'd get were evasions or lies.
Getting anything out of her was just too damn hard.
'Unless… I get her drunk.'
Yates Donovan's dark eyes narrowed as he sank into thought.
'That seemed like an excellent idea.'
Noticing his gaze, Mia Grant scooted silently to the side. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Yates Donovan's lips curved into a harmless smile. "Go back to your dorm and rest for a bit. I'll take you home for dinner tonight."
"Home? Whose home?" Mia Grant asked, confused.
"My place, of course." Guessing she was about to refuse, Yates Donovan cut her off with the perfect excuse. "You promised my grandfather last time that you'd come over for dinner."
"You bailed last time, so let's make up for it today."
