“Maybe that’s why you’re a self-described workaholic.”
“Probably. What do you do when Morgan’s not around?”
Peter licked the drops of moisture from his bottom lip. “I keep busy. Actually, I may have given you the wrong impression last night. I have a pretty active…social life.”
He was talking about hook-ups. My gaze flickered to the hand curled around the beer bottle, then shot back to his face in time to see him swipe across his lips again. Stifling my natural reaction, I grinned and leaned against the island. It provided the perfect cover to hide my burgeoning erection.
“Does that mean my matchmaker services aren’t required?”
“Pretty much. But I could offer my own matchmaking services. If you were interested.”
I laughed. “Oh, I’m less date-able than you think you are. That would to
