Mitchell looks away and leans on the counter. When he looks at me again, I can tell he’s just as flustered as I am. Do my eyes have the same effect on him as his on me? He chuckles in that nervous way a man does when aroused. He glances at me as though unsure of his next move. I know he’s holding back words as much as I am.
His voice comes out unsteady. “Wow …” he says, shaking his head. “Delphine’s legacy must have been an eye-opening experience.”
I grin but want to frown, wishing he’d said what’s really on his mind. “More than you’ll ever know,” I say, fidgeting with the bottle.
“Has something else happened?”
“Um, no. Why?”
“You’ve been different the last couple of days.”
“Different? How?”
“Not to sound presumptuous, but were you flirting with me on Sunday?”
I perceive he’s ponde
