“Yeah?” Her voice sounded skeptical despite her attempts to keep her tone nonchalant.
“I was put in charge of running the booth for the historical society, and I have absolutely no clue what to do.”
Tipping her head to the side, Lexi said, “Go on.”
“You’re good with kids, right? I mean, you wore pink today just because one specific little girl likes that color. I was just thinking… maybe if you helped me with the booth, we could call it even?”
Lexi was confused. She’d spent the last forty minutes to an hour talking herself into thinking Max was a dreadful person—a husband who would dare to flirt with another woman behind his wife’s back—and even though she now knew otherwise, it was difficult to bring her mind back around to thinking not only was he a good person, he was also very attr
