“Well, baby, he can snack on me anytime he wants.”

To her surprise, he took her seriously. “No way you’re falling for him.”

Now this was interesting. “Can I get back to you on that?”

“Look, Annabelle, Dean’s not a bad guy, but when it comes to women, all he cares about is racking up notches.”

“Like I don’t?”

“God, you’re a wiseass.”

He’d handed her a golden opportunity to delve a little deeper into the life and times of Heath Champion. “Just out of curiosity, how many notches did you rack up? When you were racking them up, that is. And how long ago was that, by the way?”

“Too many notches. I’m not proud of it, either, so no lectures.”

“You really think your notching days are behind you?”

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be getting married.”

“You’re not getting married. You haven’t even gone out on a second date.”

“Only because I’ve hired two semi-incompetent matchmakers.”

She hadn’t told him about Portia’s visit, but what could she say? That Portia Powers was a bitch. He probably already knew that. Besides, she had something else she needed to tell him, and she dreaded doing it. “I got a call from Claudia Reeshman this morning. She still wants to meet you.”

“No kidding?” He kicked back in his chair, a crooked grin on his face. “Why’d she call you instead of Powers?”

“I guess we sort of connected on Thursday.”

“Amazing.”

“I thought I’d convinced her you were unworthy, but apparently not.” She picked up her pizza, even though she’d lost her appetite. “So I suppose you want me to add her to Wednesday night’s agenda?”

“No.”

A glob of cheese slid into her lap. “You don’t?”

“Didn’t you say she wasn’t right for me?”

“She’s not, but…”

“Then no.”

Something warm and sweet unfurled inside her. “Thanks.” Embarrassed, she scrubbed at her lap.

“You’re welcome.”

She took her time wiping off her fingers. “The woman I’m introducing you to on Wednesday isn’t as beautiful.”

“Not many are. Reeshman’s last SI cover was incredible.”

“She’s a harpist finishing up a master’s in music performance. Twenty-eight, an undergraduate degree from Vassar. You were supposed to meet her last Thursday.”

“Is she ugly?”

“Of course she’s not ugly.” She snatched up her plate and carried it to the sink.

Heath didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Finally, he picked up his own plate and brought it to her. “On the off chance Dean calls you again, be careful what you say about me.”

“What makes you think there’s only an off chance?”

He nodded toward the table. “You want another slice?”

“No.” She shoved his plate in the dishwasher. “No, I want to hear this. Why are you so sure he won’t call?”

“Calm down. I only meant that you’ve got a few years on him.”

“So?” She slammed the dishwasher closed and told herself to shut up, but the words kept coming. “Older women and younger men are all the fashion these days. Don’t you read People?”