“You know,” Lisa said, laughter edging her words like silver, “I can’t remember the last time I saw a grown man blush. It looks pretty good on you, too.”
Groaning, Brett picked up his wine and drank deep. “Yeah,” he said when he set the empty glass down again. “Nothing more charming than to be embarrassed in front of a woman.”
“At least now you’re thinking of me as a woman.” She raised her own glass to toast him.