“Ah, Smitty. Did you deliberately set out to shoot yourself in the foot?”
He scowled at me. “All I did was make him dinner. The poor guy needed to decompress. He…uh…he made me dinner the next night.”
“But he’s still staying here.”
“I know. I wanted to offer him my place but—” Smitty shrugged.
So that was the way it was. “Why didn’t you?”
“I thought it was too soon.”
“Remember, faint heart never won the fair lady.”
He looked at me like I had lost my mind. I hadn’t; it was just Quinn rubbing off on me. Not that I was about to tell that to anyone.
I patted his shoulder. “Good luck.”
“Thanks, but with the way my luck runs, Browne will probably buy a clue, and they’ll wind up having a commitment ceremony.”
“Then make your move, and ‘too soon’ be damned.”
“You think?” He looked hopefu
