“And you’ll have fun with the Damsels. That actually sounds like a good idea. They like me. They’ll tell you to snatch me up before someone else does.”
She chuckled. “I’m sure they will. Tia Kat says if she were twenty years younger, she’d go for you herself.”
“Only twenty years? Isn’t she eighty-four?”
“If you’d seen a picture of her at sixty-four, you wouldn’t be saying that. Guys in their forties were begging her to go out with them. Mom told me she had one boyfriend who was thirty-six.”
“Incredible.”
“She was a babe. Still is.”
‘You’ll always be a babe, too.”
“Not like her. She has the Bridger genes. Great-grandma Lucy was a beauty into her nineties. The women in my family tend to be more…full-figured.”
“I’ve noticed.” He did a slow, blatantly sexual scan of her body. “I like it.”
“No fair.” Now she was tingling all over.
“I never said I’d be fair.” He met her gaze. “I want one more night.”
Damn, he was sexy. She hesitated.
“Leave your stuff here. Take that ride, visit the Damsels, then come back.”
“I want to, but….”
“I’ll make it worth your while.”
“When you look at me like that I can’t think straight.” Which was the point, wasn’t it? She needed alone time to get clarity on this relationship. “Are you okay with me saying maybe?”
“I’ll take maybe instead of no any day.”
“Then I’ll see how things go.” She made herself put down her coffee mug and get off the stool.
He stood, too. “I don’t think I ever properly thanked you for making the Santa hats. The guys look cute in them.”
“I appreciate you saying that.”
“I’m not trying to butter you up. I mean it.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“Okay, a little bit of buttering going on, but I really do like how they look.”
“Good. Me, too.”
“Do I get a goodbye kiss?”
“Only if you promise to keep your hands in your pockets.”
“Hey, I wouldn’t?—”
“I’m not saying you would mean to, but?—”
“All right. Done.” He tucked them in deep.
She did the same.
