Rana tucked her hair behind her ear. “Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I fall in love easily. I’ve had flings. But like I said, my head’s not in the same place it used to be in. We both walk, no hard feelings, if that becomes a danger, okay?” Rana stared at Micah expectantly, her face open and honest. In her white tank top and yellow skirt, she looked like a fresh daisy plopped into a barren field. Was he supposed to be annoyed at her implication that he was Mr. Right Now while she searched for Mr. Right? He wasn’t. He would take whatever she gave him, a dog satisfied with scraps. There was a slight risk he might fall in love with her. A risk because she seemed rather loveable. Slight because he couldn’t even love his family properly anymore. What made him think he could love anyone else? The reverse, however, was unlikely to happen. Maybe if she’d met him a few years ago, she might have fallen for him.
