for my true love now, the woman I’ll marry and spend the rest of my life with. I’m no’ really sure how to go about it, or if I’ll find the right one. There are so many to choose from.”
“Yeah, the dating scene is rough.” Her gaze grew sympathetic. “But you shouldn’t worry. You’ll do fine. You just need some practice. You did really well last night when you flirted with me.”
“Ye enjoyed it?”
Her eyes hardened. “I wouldn’t say that.”
He tilted his head. “Ye’re a woman.”
“Brilliant, Sherlock. You must be a professional investigator.”
He smiled. “I am, actually. That’s my area of expertise.” He noted the wary look that suddenly appeared in her eyes. Was she worried about what he might find out about her? “Ye said I needed more practice. Would ye let me practice with you?”
She glanced toward the door. “I was just leaving.”
“It would only take a few minutes.” He gestured toward the parlor. “I would really appreciate it.”
He could see the wheels turning behind her lovely green eyes. Perhaps if she was nice and humored him, he would forget to investigate her? Fat chance. She was far too intriguing.
“I could spare a few minutes, I suppose.” She wandered slowly toward the parlor.
“Thank you.” He waited while she dropped her handbag on the couch, then removed her jacket. When she perched on the edge of the sofa cushion, he sat beside her.
She glanced warily at him. “I’m not sure you really need this. You were flirting like a pro last night.”
“I dinna realize what I was doing till ye told me. I must have been distracted by all the other emotions I was feeling.” Like suspicion. And lust.
“Then you’ll probably do fine as long as you don’t get self-conscious about it.”
“Perhaps. Or it might be easier with you because it doesna matter.”
She stiffened. “Because I’m a mortal and beneath you?”
“Nay!” What made her so touchy about that? Had someone slashed her ego in the past? “Toni, I barely know you, but I canna see anything remotely unworthy about you. Any man would be blessed and honored to receive yer love.”
Her eyes widened.
“I only meant that we doona have to worry about how we feel about each other. It doesna matter because we canna have a relationship. It’s against the rules.”
“Right.” She leaned back and crossed her arms. “Okay. Since I can’t be affected in any way, let’s see what you can do. Try your best mojo on me.”
Mojo? What the hell was that?
She shifted to face him. “You see me in a bar. I’m a sexy, Vamp lady with a gorgeous set of…fangs. So you make your move…” She watched him expectantly.
Smooth and charming. That had worked for Jean-Luc. “Good evening, miss. Ye’re looking quite fetching tonight.”
“Thanks.” Her eyes narrowed. “Lovely weather we’re having.”
“Quite so. A bit chilly, perhaps.”
“Indeed, Mr. Darcy. I fear the sheep will be shivering on the moor.” She made a face at him. “What century did you come from?”
“The sixteenth, but I’ve adjusted over the centuries.”
She scoffed. “Not enough. You’re still behind about two hundred years.”
“I was trying to sound charming.”
“Prince Charming’s not a hero anymore. Haven’t you watched Shrek?”
He didn’t know what she was talking about. “I thought charm could never go out of style. It worked for Jean-Luc.”
“I don’t know him. Look, you’ve got to sound more modern. More hip. Try again.”
He searched his mind for the right words. “Yo, hot mama, let’s get down?”
She burst into laughter. “Now you sound like Phineas, except that you just said, ‘Let’s get dune.’ Oh God, the accent is so funny.”
“Thanks.” He gave her a wry look. “Perhaps I can mispronounce myself into a lady’s affections.”
Toni grinned. “You still sound old-fashioned.”
“Is that such a bad thing?”
She tilted her head, considering. “I suppose it depends on
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