“Done for now,” I answer in an easy tone. I drop my napkin to the table and lean back in my chair. “I wasn’t talking about dinner.” “I know you weren’t. But you can’t blame a man for looking. Not when you’re irresistible.” “I’m practically the size of a house,” she scoffs. “Must be a very compact house. A bijou abode.” Her mouth curls reluctantly, though she ducks her head to hide it. “Actually, come to think of it, can I move in?”
