“Not for me.” He wiggles his brows. “I’d take twenty.”
I point the pen at him. “None of that. Rule number three, no flirting.”
“Ooh, ouch, sorry, no can do. Flirting is in my nature.”
“Then stop it. Pretend I’m a tree stump or something.”
“You know, I can flirt my way around a tree stump no problem.”
“No flirting,” I reiterate with my most serious expression.
“How about minimal flirting? Accidental flirting? I won’t go out of my way to flirt, but if I make a comment that’s within therealmof flirting, then that’s okay.”
“Fine.”
“Thank you. Now, where did we land on the ten visitations?”
“We didn’t. It’s one.”
“You can’t give me one. That’s unreasonable.”
“Fine, two.”
“Eight.”
I shake my head. “Three.”
“Nine.”
“Hey, you went from eight to nine.”
“I know, I drive a hard bargain.” He winks.
I gasp and start writing on the paper. “Rule number four, no winking.”
“Does that need to be its own separate rule? Or can that fall under rule number three, no flirting?”
“It needs to be defined.”
“Then why don’t we make it rule number three, subsection a, no flirting?”
“Are you really going to be that technical about it?”
“Just trying to make this official, Gossy.”
“Fine, no winking is filed under rule number three, subsection a.”
“God, I love a good subsection.” He stares off into space longingly and then shakes his head. “Okay, so nine visitations.”
“Two.”
“You can’t go back down after offering three.”
“You went back up after offering eight.”
“Because I enjoy your company. Is that too much to ask? I find you charming.”
“Rule number four, no compliments.”
