“So, what do you do in your free time?” I asked, making the question sound casual.
His eyes twinkled. “Are you asking me if I have a girlfriend?”
I shifted my weight and tried to laugh off his question while I scrubbed a pot. “Well, I have wondered if you had someone.”
“No.” He shot me an amused look. “And you? Hasn’t the lovely Rachel McGivney stolen any man’s heart?”
I knew he was joking, but my breath bottled up in my chest. I shook my head and stared at the faucet, my mouth too dry to talk.
“Interesting,” he said quietly.
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