“Just . . .” He swallows again. “I . . . Women like you don’t usually . . .” “Women like me.” Wow. Sounds like I’ll actually have to slap him. “What’s that? Because—” “Beautiful. You are very, very beautiful. Probably the most . . . And you’re obviously smart and funny, so . . .” He gives me a helpless look, suddenly looking less like a genius NASA team leader built like a cedar tree and more . . . boyish. Young.
