“What were you going to do instead of lunch?” he asked. “Honestly? Take a shower hot enough to scald myself and take a depression nap.” His chuckle warmed her ear. “You could do those things with me.” Now it was her turn to laugh. “What, like a nap date? Is that a thing?” “It’s a thing if we make it one.” She thought of her postage stamp-sized bedroom and inwardly cringed. “Where would this nap date take place?” He gave her one of his signature chest rumbles. “My apartment isn’t far from the bakery. It’s clean. By man standards.”
