"No. I can't even finger paint."
His mouth kicked up on one side, but the smile quickly vanished again, if that's what it had been. His cool gaze swept down the length of me then back up. My face heated. I bit my tongue to distract me from the thrill tingling my spine and forced myself to meet his gaze. To my surprise, his eyes had warmed up a little. He was smiling again too, but it was more of a curious one, as if something had intrigued him and he wanted to find out more.
"Me either," he said. "I find stick figures challenging."
The man had a sense of humor! I wouldn't have picked that. I grinned and he returned it. Not a quirk of his lips, but a genuine smile.
Beside me, I heard Becky groan.
"Then what is it you do, Miss Denny?" he asked me.
Great, a chance to plant the seed. "Ca
