Page 80 of The Puck Stops Here

Sorry, morning! Just in diary mode and getting organised. Blake and I would like to invite you to ours for dinner.

Blake and I…Her mouth fell open. Her, Aiden, and Blake. In their pad. Just the three of them…

Aiden

We don’t bite.

Heat rushed through her core as his text conjured up an image worthy of Delia’s book.Holy mother of… Down, nips!

She blew out a breath and typed:I’m free and that sounds…

How did it sound? Lovely. Productive. Cosy. Intimate. No. No. No.Definitelyno.

Aiden

I promise.

Sweet Jesus, the man was persistent.

Astrid

I’m free and that sounds great.

Aiden

Good. I’ll send you the address.

Astrid

No need. I already have it.

Aiden

Of course you do

A wink? What was that about? A tease? A cheeky slap at the journalist in her? A flirt? And if it was a flirt, how would Blake feel about it after their near-miss kiss?

Astrid

What can I bring?

Aiden

Just you. Any allergies?

Only to men who can’t treat a woman right…

Astrid

No, I’m as easy they come.

There. Delicately flirtatious. A bit of easy banter. And much easier to manage when the other brother wasn’t on the scene. Though he would be come Tuesday when she got to see inside their home.OMG.

Aiden

…

The typing icon appeared and disappeared. She frowned, drumming her nails on her laptop. Could the guy not take a flirtatious prompt? Had she scared him off?

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