You look nice,” he commented, before thanking her for the wine and making his way outside to the porch.
Grateful he had turned away and so couldn’t see her blush, she fussed about in the kitchen for a while, preparing a dressing for the side salad, adding a few chopped herbs as an afterthought. Happy that all was well, she joined him, looking forward to another evening of lighthearted chat.
“I thought we’d eat out here tonight, if that’s okay. It’s a lovely evening. We should make the most of it,” she said as she drew up a chair opposite him.
“Definitely,” he replied, staring out toward Gull Rock.
“Beautiful,” she sighed, realizing too late she was still looking at him as she spoke. Averting her eyes, she added, “The view, I mean.”
“Oh, so not me?” he joked, one eyebrow raised in challenge.
Recovering quickly, she grinned back. “You’re okay, I guess. Not my type, but I’m sure there’s plenty out there who’ll appreciate you.”
“Thanks very much.” He appeared somewhat crestfallen. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted.”
“A bit of both, I think.” She winked, before heading back to the kitchen to bring dinner out.
