“I’ll take whatever you want to call me.”
Andrea groaned. “I might be a little rusty on the boy meets girl front, but I still remember what it sounds like when someone’s flirting.”
“I’m a little rusty, too. Do you want me to stop?”
“It depends on your intention.”
“Would it worry you if I said I want to be more than your business partner?”
She should be worried, even a little scared of the sincerity in his eyes. She’d been fooled before by a lot of sweet, empty words, and she couldn’t do that again. “I’m not a naïve teenager who gets tongue-tied over the first man who pays me any attention.”
“I didn’t think you were.”
“And it isn’t healthy mixing a business relationship with a personal one.”
David nodded. “You’re probably right.”
She frowned. “I have the boys to think about.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”
Andrea crossed her arms in front of her chest. “And I have a lot of personal baggage. No one in their right mind would want any kind of relationship with me.”
“I disagree. You have a lot of exceptional qualities that make you the perfect girlfriend.”
“You’re only saying that because you like eating the food I bake.”
David smiled and her traitorous heart did a happy dance. This couldn’t go on. Her hormones were clogging her brain and leaving her susceptible to his bad influence.
“I’m particularly fond of your chocolate brownies. If you made me a fresh batch each week, I’d have no choice but to marry you and live happily ever after.”
Now she knew he was crazy. “Just because I agreed to spend some time with you at Katie and Peter’s wedding, it doesn’t mean I want to marry you.”
“Of course it doesn’t. But once you discover I have a lot of exceptional qualities too, you’ll realize we could be a match made in heaven.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“Am I?”
Andrea cleared her throat. “You are. If you’ve finished annoying me, you can put the leftover muffins in the container I gave you. The boys won’t be too far away.”
“I’ll do that after you’ve answered my question.”
“Which one?”
He looked at her as if she was being deliberately vague. She was. “Would it worry you if I said I want to be more than your business partner?”
“Yes.”
David’s eyebrows rose. “How worried?”
She opened her arms wide. “This much.”
“It doesn’t seem all that much to me.”
“That’s because you’re a glass-half-full kind of person.”
“It’s a family trait,” David muttered. “What can I do to reduce how worried you’d be?”
