Читать книгу Their Christmas Prayer - Myra Johnson, Myra Johnson - Страница 8

“Oh, but you’d look so handsome in a—”

Face reddening, Brooke pulled her lips between her teeth.

Heat infused Shaun’s face, too, even as his chest swelled at the compliment. Before he realized he was going to ask, he blurted, “Any chance you’d save me from going stag?”

Her eyelids fluttered. “Wow. Wasn’t expecting that.”

“Just thought it would be more fun to attend with a friend, especially since we’re both fairly new to town and probably won’t…” He let the thought fade away.

“Yeah.” The word came out on a sigh. She tucked her fingertips into her jeans pockets.

“I’d love to attend the wedding with you. Thanks. Now I really must go shopping.”

He thought she looked beautiful just as she was, paint-soaked jeans and all, and was about to tell her so before he abruptly came to his senses. Had he really been about to resort to shameless flirting? Because, seriously, this could go nowhere.

Nowhere.