“Come on. That can’t be true,” I said. “I don’t believe that for one second.”

“Well, it’s true. Outside of lecherous old men, Darcy doesn’t get much play.”

“So what? You haven’t dated at all since your he died?”

“I didn’t say that.” She ladled three round puddles of pancake batter on the griddle with a thoughtful look on her face. “But, I guess I kinda made them happen, you know?”

“Hm. I do know,” I said with a waggle of my brows. “So, in that scenario, you would come on to me. Not the other way around.”

“Yeah, probably. But only after I was absolutely sure you were interested.”

“So, what would you say? What’s your line?”

“I don’t have a line.”

“You have a line. Everyone has a line, Darcy.”

“I really don’t.” She glanced up at me. “I’d probably compliment your eyes. You have really intense, beautiful eyes, and those dark lashes of yours make them look like they’re lined with kohl.”

My heart did something weird in my chest, and my cheeks heated. “You really think that?”

“Of course. I’ve already told you many times that I think you’re handsome.” She gave me a wink then grabbed a spatula to flip the pancakes. “Would that have worked?”

“I mean…probably. But I liked what you said the other night before you kissed me too.”

“And what was that?”

Remembering that night, what she said, and how her expression had changed the moment the words were out of her mouth. “I don’t want just any man, Tommy.”

“I… I said that?”

“Yup. You said, ‘I don’t want just any man, Tommy,’ and then you mauled me—”

“Mauled you? That’s not how I remember it,” she said, flipping the pancakes. They were a perfect golden brown, and paired with the sizzling bacon, mingled together to make a mouthwatering scent that made my belly growl again.

“You did. You mauled me, and then jumped into my lap and begged me to touch your pussy—”

“Begged you to… No, sir. You asked to touch my pussy,” she corrected, pointing the spatula at me.

I grinned and swiped at it, too slowly to actually grab it, and she slapped it across my knuckles. “Let’s just say we both thought it would be a great idea if I touched your pussy.”

“I’ll concede that.” She turned off the heat under the bacon and placed it on a bed of paper towels. “Because it was a good idea.”

“Hm,” I grunted in the affirmative. “The best idea.”

“The best I’ve had in months. Maybe years,” she said with a breathy laugh. “You wanna grab some plates for us?”