“I’ve never met a beautiful woman who bakes.” I find that even more irritating. Because one, I don’t like backhanded compliments, two, skill with baking has absolutely nothing to do with a woman’s looks, and three, he makes it sound like beautiful women are draped all over him wherever he goes. Which they probably are, but still. I don’t like the idea. I say tartly, “And I’ve never met an eight-foot-tall debt collector who launders money through real estate and flies a plane into a closed airport during a snowstorm, so we’re even.” He grins. It’s breathtaking. He says, “Six foot six. Are you
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