"Are you for real?" She let out a short laugh, looking away. Why did so many good-looking guys have to be such douche canoes? "Man, you are something else." "That I am." "That wasn't a compliment." "You sure about that?" "Uh, yeah. I am." "Hmm." He sounded utterly dismissive. She had to force her hands to unclench. "I think you're the most uptight person I know." "You know nothing about me." "I know enough to know you need a hobby or a pastime. Maybe a different workout regimen to de-stress or you need to get laid. Something to loosen you up a bit." His lips parted as he stared down at her. He looked . Like if he had pearls, he'd be clutching them. "Did you seriously just tell me I needed to get laid?" Rosie rolled her eyes. "Did you seriously just prove what I said?" A moment passed. "Are you volunteering?"