Page 61 of The Mistakes I've Made
“That’s really sad.”
“I don’t suppose you have a mall I could run to real quick?”
My eyes ventured to the window. “No, but I have the next best thing. Come on.” I held out my hand.
“What? Where are we going?”
“Shopping.”
“Together?” The idea seemed to mortify her.
We headed toward the double doors of the hotel, and I waited for her to lock up, impressed that she’d finally figured out the tricky key.
“Does that freak you out? Me coming with you?” I asked, leaning against the door as she dropped the keys into her purse.
Her eyes found mine and slowly made their way down and back up again.
Oh, yeah, it does.
“No,” she lied.
I couldn’t help the wide smile I now carried. “Good. Then, let’s go.”
We walked side by side down the road, a custom I was growing rather fond of.
“So, where are we headed?” she asked.
“Just over there.” I pointed.
Her eyes followed. “Oh, yeah, I meant to check that place out the day I arrived but ended up at your place first, and…well, I was a bit flustered afterward.”
That statement made me smile. “Flustered?”
“I’m not used to being hit on like that,” she admitted.
“What?” I found myself taken aback. “I mean, not that I relish in the idea of men throwing themselves at you on a regular basis, but I hardly think that’s true. Maybe you just don’t notice it. Like the architect.”
She shrugged. “I work a lot.”
I grinned. “That’s your answer? You work a lot? I work a lot, too, but I still manage to—”
Her hand went up. “Please don’t finish that sentence.”
A chuckle escaped my lips. “Fair enough. Hey, we’re here.”
Her eyes turned upward. The bold new sign Millie had designed, which proudly displayed the store named Beachcombers, caught her eye.
But only for a fraction of a second.
I pulled the door open and ushered her in.
“That was definitely a rule-breaker,” I said softly in her ear as she went.
“What was? Allowing you to open the door for me?”
“No. Getting jealous over my after-work activities.” I grinned.
Her gaze turned to mine. “Then, so is asking about men flirting with me.”
