Chapter 7

“You can never have too much.” She smiled.

“Hmm.” He looked as if he was fighting the urge to smile back. “What sort of flooring is this?” He stomped a boot on the surface.

“Cork. Never slippery, easy to sweep or replace, and provides natural cushion for everyone’s feet.”

He finally turned to stare at her, the fact that he was impressed warming his features. “You planned all this by yourself ?”

“Mostly. A bit of help from my contractor. Sexy Sirens has a few customers in the restaurant business, and I asked their advice. The rest . . . I did my homework. I wanted everything to be right.”

Something on his face changed, closed. His body tensed as his dark gaze skittered away. “You succeeded.”

Damn! What had caused the warmth on his face to chill? The mention of Sexy Sirens? Deke had told her once that she wasn’t Luc’s type because he was looking for a lady. Did his avoidance mean he saw her as one small step up from a whore?

She raised her chin. Alys