I blanched. “Of course not. I am a responsible, reliable guy, but people can’t seem to get over the fact that I’m single.”
“Why would I do this?”
“Because I’m going to loan you the money for the restaurant.” I took a bite of pasta and flavor burst on my tongue. “Damn, I’m a good cook. It’s the wine, it always makes food better.”
She didn’t answer. Her fork hovered over her food, and she stared at her wine glass.
My mouth hitched, but I stayed quiet. She was thinking about it. She was turning over in her mind, inspecting it from all angles, and weighing her options. She had no other choice. I had her right where I wanted her.
“No one is going to believe us,” she finally said.
I had her. She was in, but I kept my expression neutral. “Sure they will.”
She shook her head. “It’s not goin
