She smiled back at him, for just a half second, before she caught herself. And then she just stared at him. “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?”
