He laughed. ‘Funny. But no. He does hail from one of the oldest families in the area though. It gives him a lot of clout.’
‘I’m sorry,’ I told him, my nose crinkling. ‘For reading your private message and for assuming the worst.’
‘I told you, it’s already forgotten.’
‘Still. On top of everything else that you’ve had to deal with this week. I mean, your poor dad, it must have been terrifying for your family. And then I go and accuse you of being an adulterer. I really am sorry.’
‘Stop apologizing.’
‘Sorry.’
He laughed. ‘You just can’t help yourself, can you?’
‘Apparently not.’
‘We’re good,’ he insisted. ‘OK?’
I nodded. ‘OK. But if there’s any way I can make it up to you, please let me know.’
He grinned. ‘I’ll have to think about that.’
‘Nothing kinky.’
He laughed.
‘Not that you were probably even thinking anything like that,’ I added quickly.
‘You just say the first thing that pops into your head, don’t you?’
‘I’m afraid so.’ I sighed. ‘It’s been both a blessing and a curse over the years.’
‘I can imagine.’
I looked down at my feet. ‘My ex-boyfriend hated it. Said he was too nervous to take me to work functions or family dinners in case I blurted out something inappropriate.’
‘Your ex-boyfriend sounds like an idiot.’
‘You can’t say that. You don’t even know him.’
‘I don’t need to know him. Any man who wouldn’t be proud to have you on their arm for any occasion is an idiot. And not worth your time or effort. But you obviously realized that for yourself, which is why I’m guessing he’s now an ex.’
‘Actually, he dumped me.’
His eyebrows arched. ‘Then he’s even more of an idiot than I thought.’
His words, and the way he was staring at me, made my insides feel all gooey. He looked at me in a way that made me feel attractive, even in my hideous burgundy-colored nursing uniform, with my hair in a slicked-back ponytail. ‘I wanted to thank you, for sending Connor around to change my tires over.’
‘You’re welcome. Couldn’t have my favorite nurse unsafe on the roads.’
‘I’m not your nurse.’
He grinned. ‘Maybe I’ll injure myself and get lucky.’
I reached out and swatted him. ‘Don’t even joke about that.’
He laughed.
I frowned. ‘You might not have lied about being married, but youdidlie.’
