“They dropped you from the swimsuit issue? Damn it! I always looked forward to—” Josh tried to stop his mouth, but it was a moment too late.
Melanie lowered her fork slowly back to her plate of half-finished chicken burger. If he didn’t stop the ice shield descending like a cloak from above before it covered her, Melanie would be as surely gone as if she’d run straight to the airport.
“Wow! Did that ever come out wrong or what?”
“Oui!” Her accent was back in full force.
“Don’t I get one screw-up? You admitted to ogling my restaurant reviews.”
“Mon dieu! ‘Ogling’ is not the operative word and you know it.” She was carefully dabbing her mouth with her napkin; her eyes no longer focused on him, instead inspecting the cook line as if the fry cook who clearly sampled too much of his own wa
