Warmth flushed her cheeks, and silence filled the space between them.
“This might seem like a strange question, especially since we’ve just met, but would you be interested in joining me for a coffee?” Noah rested an arm on the bar.
She glanced down at her jeans and black T-shirt embroidered with the company name and logo of a cluster of red cherries. In a room full of women all dolled up in fancy dresses, why would this incredibly handsome man ask her out? “I appreciate the offer, but…”
Noah raised a brow. “You don’t like coffee, or me?”
“What? No. I mean, yes.” She took a second to collect her scrambled thoughts. “I like coffee. I don’t hang out with firefighters.” Not that he was a real firefighter. Did impersonators count in her list of men to avoid?
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