Melissa appeared mildly embarrassed. Seth never knew how to handle these awkward situations. Not that he’d been in that many of them, but in three years he’d had some offers, usually from nice women he didn’t want to hurt. Like this one.
“I really don’t think so,” he said as firmly as he could, hoping to cut her off at the pass.
Her eyebrows rose. “You don’t even know what I’m going to suggest.”
Like hell. But he waited anyway. If she wanted to make this more difficult for both of them, he was too tired to stop her.
She licked her lips. That was a mouth made for kissing, Seth thought, surprised at himself for thinking it. What if she did ask him out?
What if he went? This was the first time he’d seriously thought he might. But then he remembered it wasn’t his killer bod and winning personality she was after. It was her house she wanted.