trailed off, realizing . . . “Too much? I think that was too much?” But even that sounded charming and Eleanor smiled. “I appreciate the effort.” Cece batted her eyes and slapped him playfully on the arm, lingering on those frankly ridiculous biceps. “Oh, you’re a big flirt.” He lowered his voice. “Among other things.” He dropped his hold on Maggie and she stumbled away. “And who might you be, Cece?”
