“See?” I said. “Miracles are possible. I hope one day you’ll see it.”
He smiled and shook his head. “I wake up to one every day.”
“Are you flirting with me?” I asked, batting my lashes.
“Damn right I am, Mrs. Trexler.”
I lifted my chin. “Say it again.”
He leaned down, kissed my forehead, his lips gently moving against my skin as he spoke. “Mrs. Trexler.”
I closed my eyes, trying to ingrain every sight, smell, and sound into my memory so it could last forever. “Say it again.”