Drop, Cover, and Hold On (The Improbable Meet-Cute, #4)

by Jasmine Guillory

“Are you flirting with me? Here? Now?” Was she imagining this? If not, he had to be concussed or something. He shook his head, and then winced a little. “No, of course not. That would be ridiculous, to try to flirt with you when we were trapped inside my bakery after an earthquake while I was bleeding from a head wound. I would never do something like that.” And then a glimmer of a smile appeared in his eyes. “But if I was, is it working?”