“You’re into wining and dining?Tell me more. What’s your ideal date?”This should be interesting.
Mitch took his eyes off the road, but the sunglasses hid his expression. “Ah… just the usual. Nothing special. Dinner, drinks, that sort of thing. What about you? Are you seeing anyone?”
Finn’s mind briefly flashed to James, the guy he’d had an on-again, off-again relationship of sorts with in Melbourne. He wasn’t surprised therewas no sense of missing the guy. It had been fun, but that’s all it had been.
“No. No one.”
“Maybe you’ll get lucky. There seem to be a lot of girls hanging around the shop.”
Finn snorted, and Mitch raised a brow. “Yeah, not the sort I’d want to wine or dine.”
“Not your type?”
“Definitely not my type.”And in more ways than one.
