“But what if someone in your family asks us about our plans to have children?”
“Well, to appease them, just say we want children but we don’t know when or how many.”
“Why are you so against marriage? Didn’t your parents have a happy marriage?”
She definitely didn’t like this line of questioning. “Yes, they did. I want to know your shoe size.”
He blinked several times, drawing attention to his blue eyes. “My shoe size? Is there some psychological connection that I’m missing?”
She thought she’d pass out. Shoe size had been the first thing to come into her head, but women whispered about the shoe size being representative of the size of a certain other organ. Did James know that? She thought she’d die of embarrassment.
“I—I thought my sisters would expect me to know that.”
“Well, for your sisters’ edification, I wear a ten and a half. Oh, and I wear an extra-large shirt.”
It was her turn to stare at him. Why would she need to know that?
“In case you’re buying me a birthday present,” he added, with a cheeky grin. “Actually, I thought you’d ask the more important question.”
When he didn’t continue, she asked, “What question?”
“Boxers or briefs?”
Elise tried to keep her chin up, fighting the embarrassment filling her, but she knew her cheeks gave her away. “Well?”
“Briefs. And you? Do you wear a thong?”
She’d stepped right into that one. Without warning, she opened the car door and got out. Then she leaned back in. “Never!” was her terse reply.
But he had the last word. Before she could slam the door, she heard him say in that deep, silky voice, “Too bad.”
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