They shook hands. As she felt the heat of his skin against hers, she was fairly sure she experienced a jolt all the way up to her elbow. A kind of tingly, zippy buzz that made her want to step a little closer to find out if he smelled as good as he looked.

Horrified by her wayward thoughts, she deliberately pulled her hand free and took a half step back.

“Is your room all right?” she asked, striving for what she hoped was a welcoming yet professional tone. “Do you need extra towels or anything?”

His dark eyebrows drew together just enough to make him look delightfully quizzical, yet thoughtful and incredibly handsome.

“Why would you ask that?”

“What? Oh.” She laughed. “Sorry. I’m the owner.”

“So you have access to the good stuff.”

She glanced over her shoulder and lowered her voice. “I can, in fact, get you an extra bar of goat’s milk soap anytime you need one.”

“That’s a lot of power.”

“I try to use it wisely. As someone who gets to see the menus in advance of them being posted, I’ll tell you that tonight, the Snacks and Wine hour is not to be missed. We’re having fried mac and cheese bites, with a veggie plate because balance is important.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a fried mac and cheese bite.”

“Then you have to try one. Or twenty. They’re a little addictive. Of course, all the food we serve is amazing. I say that because Ursula is the best chef in the valley.”

One corner of his mouth turned up. “Ursula? Named after the Little Mermaid Ursula?”

“No, and please don’t mention that particular movie around her. She’s not happy being portrayed as a villain.” She paused. “Villainess. Anyway, come over to the main house between five and seven and you’ll be dazzled.”

“I thought it was snack and wine hour,” he said, his low voice teasing.

“Yes, there is that. You should come.” With me, as my date. We could get to know each other better and—

Dena shook off the thoughts. Later she would read one of her pregnancy books and find out if there was a mental component to the gestating process.

She gave Micah a quick wave before retreating. Once she was safely upstairs and in her apartment, she set down her handbag on the entry table and wondered why Micah hadn’t been one of the guys to show up on her dating app—back when she’d been doing the dating thing. She would have said yes to him in a heartbeat.

Of course, she was merely ordinary, and had he seen her picture as a possibility, he would have no doubt passed her by. Alas.