I glanced down and realized he was right—the shirt was baggy enough that when I moved, it was fairly easy to see down it. “Oh, crap.”
“Nothing of the sort. I quite enjoy the view.” He leaned in a little closer, and I was reminded of Fenice’s warning about the flirty nature of her brother. “If I told you that you had lovely eyes, would you consider that inappropriate?”
I looked at him, puzzled. “You like my eyes?”
“I do.” His smile grew. “I find them irresistible.”
“Oh, so it was you who wrote that note?” I felt oddly deflated. I’d assumed that it was Alden who had slipped the sweet note under my door, but now . . . I rubbed my arms. The note didn’t seem nearly so nice now.
“Note?” He frowned, then suddenly his expression cleared. “Ah, the note. You enjoyed it?”
“Well, of course I did
