Cal’s pulse rippled through his body while Lisa gave him her number. He added it to his phone and then sent her a text. His daughter had taught him the finer ways of emojis, and since he was sitting right in front of the woman he was texting, he sent her a simple thumbs up.
She grinned at her phone and turned it over, bringing her attention back to him. His whole body felt heated, and he had no idea what to say. Many years had passed since he’d had to worry about flirting, talking to a woman, or making sure he was what she might want.
He speared another piece of mango and put it in his mouth, and Lisa asked, “When did you start your construction firm?”
“Oh, let’s see,” Cal said, trying to get his brain to work through the hormones. He had no idea someone his age could even feel this way
