“Well…good.” “It was pretty forward of you, though.” My head whips her way. She’s smiling. She’s teasing me. “I suppose…” I sip my tea, then shrug. “I owed you for an unsolicited kiss, though, didn’t I?” Her gasp echoes in the kitchen. In one smooth move, she pulls the damp dish towel off her shoulder and whips it my way, hitting me in the stomach. “So much for you being a gentleman.” “I never said I was a gentleman.”
