Ben’s brows rose.
“Well, that sounded good, didn’t it?” She laughed. “Her as in my fifteen-year-old niece, Efi. We have a longstanding date for a night in front of the television tonight. Just us, some popcorn and a stack of DVDs.”
“I could cater for you.”
“No!”
“Didn’t like the food?”
He heard a gusty sigh. “The food was great, Ben. Thanks for bringing it. It’s just…”
He sat down on a stool on the other side of the bar, reminding him of how she’d looked sitting on a similar stool in her kitchen, blindfolded and oh so hot for him. “It’s just…what?”
Another sigh. “It’s just that I don’t think it would be a good idea for us to see each other…personally again.”
“Again? As in never again?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Not acceptable.”
She didn’t say anything and for a moment he was afraid she’d hung up.
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