“So what will it be?” he prodded. Her prolonged silence was fraying his nerves. “I understand it’ll be challenging not to fall in love with me.” “Honey, please.” Tara snorted. “You’re pretty to look at, and I might be a smidgeon attracted to you, but love is definitely not on the horizon.” A smidgeon attracted to me? I’ll take that. He liked having room to grow.
