Page 14 of Mr. Flirt

Lucy chuckled and shook her head. “There’s no impressing me, Perry. You dug your own grave.”

“Then why didn’t you turn around and leave when you saw me?” I asked, genuinely curious.

The look in her eyes was almost challenging. I couldn’t help but grin wider.

“I wasn’t going to waste a perfectly good cup of coffee.” Her lips pursed together. “And I’m debating what best to do to you.”

I laughed and shook my head. “You’re in a precarious situation. Most things you’re probably dreaming of doing to me would get you kicked out of the bar association.”

She snickered and nodded. “You’re right about that.”

“I figured as much.” I swallowed and took a deep breath. I knew what I had to do.

“Lucy, I’m hoping enough time has passed since—”

Her hand flew up. “Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it.”

“Give me a shot.”

“Fine. Why would you care about impressing me?”

“The same reason I invited you to dinner.” I sat back in the chair. “You intrigue me.”

“And yet here we are at a coffee spot.” It was Lucy’s turn to smile. “But really, do I only intrigue you because I’m the first woman to turn you down?”

It wasn’t really a question.

I laughed and shook my head. “You didn’t turn me down.”

She parted her mouth and ran her tongue along her lips. “That’s right. I just ignored you.”

“So, the truth comes out.” I took a sip of my Americano.

Lucy laughed and shook her head. “I’m only teasing. I swear I didn’t see you.”

I nodded, choosing to believe that. “How’s your friend?”

She looked surprised that I asked. “Danni?”

“It’s the only friend I know about so far.”

Lucy smiled and nodded slowly. “She’s doing really well. Her daughter is an absolute angel. Obviously gets it from her mom and not her dad.”

“You know, you won’t be able to do that someday.”

Her eyes widened. “Do what?”

“Insult her dad.” I watched her carefully as she shook her head.

“I didn’t even realize I had. You’re absolutely right.” Lucy bit her bottom lip as she contemplated something. “It’s interesting you pointed that out.”

“Don’t get me wrong. He sounds like a complete dirtbag, but if there’s any hope for the little girl to know her dad…” my voice trailed off.

Lucy cocked her head slightly. “You’re very observant, Perry.”

The name stung as a not-so-gentle reminder of the prank I’d played.

“I’m beyond sorry about that night. I take full responsibility.”

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