The Doctor's Perfect Match. Irene Hannon

wasn’t the one with ideas back there.” His eyes twinkled. “I may be old, but I’m not blind. I saw the way you looked at her.”

      “She’s a very pretty woman. But appreciating beauty isn’t the same as pursuing it.”

      “True.” Henry’s grin widened. “But it’s a start.”

      Shaking his head, Christopher opened the car door for his neighbor. Henry could be as tenacious as a Nantucket deer tick when he got a notion into his head. And he doubted there was anything he could say to dissuade the older man from his fanciful conclusions. The best he could do was avoid talking about Marci in Henry’s presence.

      Except he had a sneaking feeling Henry wasn’t going to cooperate with that plan.