His eyes slide to the little vase of flowers I set up earlier when I was getting the table ready. “If I’d known this was a date, I’dhave showered first.”
“I like the smell of your sweat.”
His eyes snap to mine and that’s when I realize I just said that out loud! “I, um… That wasn’t supposed to come out… um, thatis… That’s not what I meant to say.”
He just stares at me with that intoxicating gray gaze and a slight smirk. “What did you mean to say?”
“That this is not a date.”
“My mistake,” he rumbles with faint amusement. “The lip gloss and the cleavage-baring dress threw me.”
Instant regret, hot and heavy. What possessed me to choose this dress of all dresses? Sweatpants and oversized t-shirts—thathas been my uniform at home and I should have freaking stuck to it. How t
