He looked down at the stain on his coat, glaring so hard that half his forehead disappeared. “Do you have any idea how much this coat cost?”

She was very much afraid she did. If she had to replace it, she’d be eating ramen and canned tuna fish at every meal for months. “I’ll pay for the dry cleaning, of course.”

He went from glaring at the coat to glaring at her while the noise level around them returned to normal. “Forget it.”

“I insist,” she countered, and crossed her fingers over the wet napkins that the stain would come out. “I’ll give you my contact information so you can send me the bill.”

He shook his head, and she tried not to notice how his hair glinted in the overhead lights like burnished gold. “I don’t have time to get it dry cleaned, and I don’t want your contact information.”

He was being a dick, and her remorse was fading fast, so she took a deep breath and slipped into executive assistant mode. “If you don’t have time, you can leave it with me and I’ll have it cleaned for you.”

He shot her an incredulous look. “You want me to leave my coat?”

“I know an excellent twenty-four-hour dry cleaner. You’ll have it back before you know it.”

“It’s Saturday. And the day before Christmas Eve,” he pointed out.

Shit, she thought, and pulled her phone out of her pocket and began scrolling through her contacts. “I’ll call the cleaner now, see if they can do a rush job.”

“Lady, you’re not listening,” he muttered, and she paused. “I don’t need you to clean the coat.”

“I’m the one who soiled it,” she pointed out, reaching for reason and calm so she wouldn’t start crying, or worse, punch him in his handsome, jerky face. “It’s only right that I take care of the cleaning.”

“It was an accident,” he said, forcing the words through clenched teeth.

“Yes, it was,” she said with a broad smile, and thought she saw his cheeks pinken further. “Regardless, I don’t feel right about not taking care of it.”

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

She should, she realized. He didn’t seem to care, and heaven knew she couldn’t spare the money. But something about his attitude had her digging in her heels. “No, I’m not.”

“Fine.” He shrugged out of the coat and held it out. “Here.”