Curious, Amy peered his way. “Thinking? All by yourself?” Why not give Beau a taste of his own medicine?
He surprised her with one of his charming grins, and a tiny tingle raced through her at the sight. “Don’t be bashful,” he coaxed, lounging casually against the tree. “Tell me how you really feel.”
“Maybe we’d better go inside.”
He moved into her path. “Wouldn’t you like to know what I’ve been thinking?”
His face was silhouetted against the soft moonlight. “Uh—actually, Mr. Diablo, I don’t think I need to know.”
“I was thinking, since I won’t be attending the wedding, maybe I’d better kiss the bride—now.”