Men On Fire. Susan Lyons

do in bed.”

      “I, uh…”

      “Do you have a serial date every day?”

      “No, and I only meet them for coffee or lunch. If we had dinner, someone might see and think I was cheating on my fiancé. Coffee and lunch are more casual.”

      He gave a snort of laughter. “Christ, woman, you lead a complicated life. Okay, here’s the deal. The next afternoon we both have free, you’re coming sailing with me and you can brief me about the next Triple-F function.”

      “I already said, sailing’s too dangerous.”

      “Life vest. Calm water.” His eyes glinted with humor and his dimple flashed. “Haven’t you heard of compromise?”

      He had a point. Sometimes I got so hung up on planning, I could be inflexible. “I’ll visit you on the boat again, and we’ll discuss compromise then.”