“You know, I think you’re fine just the way you are.”
Gina’s head shot up. “What?”
He pulled out his chair, sat down, his eyes on her. “You.” His gaze slid from her face to her neck, skittered past her breasts, and stopped where the tablecloth hid the rest of her body. “You don’t need to lose any more weight. You’re fine.” That gaze slid back up, slow, slower. “Really.”
What on earth did a woman say to a man after an inappropriate and embarrassing comment like that? Gina opened her mouth to blast him out of his chair, but she couldn’t quite get the words out. While the comment had been inappropriate and definitely embarrassing, it had also been a compliment of sorts. Hadn’t it? She wished Tess or Christine were here to correctly interpret for her. Bree would take anything as a compliment, at least the old Bree would. Who knew what the new one would think.
“Gina?” A dull red crept from his neck to his cheeks. “I’m sorry, that was out of line.” He shrugged and threw her a smile that made her insides twitch. “For a guy whose never bungled conversations with the opposite sex, I’m crashing and burning when I’m around you.”
So, he was uncomfortable, too. The acknowledgment relaxed her. She settled back in her chair and cleared her throat. “Thank you for admitting you’ve been less than chivalrous.”
The smile slipped. “I didn’t say that. I said I bungled my lines.”
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