“Perfect example. Rule number one,” I said. “Don’t flirt with me. You do it all the time.” He shuffled to the doorframe and stretched lazily, like this wasn’t the world’s most painful conversation. “There’s baby drool on my shirt and probably in my hair,” he said. “I can’t flirt.” “Bullshit. You could flirt covered in moose shit. You’re doing it right now. Are you flexing?” “Yes,” he admitted easily. This man. He was shameless. Normally I enjoyed a bit of light flirting, but if this was going to work, we had to create clear boundaries. Despite the way my body temperature rose, I affected a
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