Skeptical, I retorted, "Your heating bills must be sky-high, probably close to what I pay for my mortgage."
He flashed a smile at me, and I couldn't help but notice the alluring charm of his neck. He replied, "No, not really."
With a hint of sarcasm, I muttered, "Well, you'd know best, I suppose," and kept my gaze on his throat.
"Yeah, you know what, Sweet Pea? I think you should seriously consider refinancing. The interest rate you're currently paying is ridiculously high. Let me set up a meeting with my financial advisor for you," he suggested, looking into my eyes as my heart fluttered with his caring gesture.
"Wait, you're going to arrange a meeting with your financial advisor for me?" I asked, taken aback by his thoughtfulness once again.
He nodded affirmatively. "Yeah, that
