"Oh, it feels so good." She dropped into a chair and leaned her head back, closing her eyes. "Let's just sit and talk a while."
The bed squeaked and she jerked her head up, staring at him. How could she have missed seeing the bed? It nearly filled the room.
Color touched his cheeks and his brows arched. "You've got the only chair in the apartment."
"I'm sorry." She started to rise and he motioned her to remain seated.
"I'll sit here." He bounced on the bed. "It's more comfortable, anyway."
"It looks inviting." Color rushed to her cheeks when his eyes sparkled with amusement. "I mean...my sleeping bag isn't the most comfortable bed, you know."
He lifted an inquisitive brow, his eyes still twinkling, and patted the bed. "Do you want to sleep here tonight?"
That he was joking, she had no doubt. Still, the conversation was getting a little too familiar. "Do you mean you'd switch with me? How thoughtful of you," she said innocently.
She dodged a pillow missile and retrieved it from the floor. "Seriously, I don't know how you stand the heat."
"It's a lot easier when you have an air conditioner," he answered in a dry tone. "Anyway, you get used to it - at least to some degree."
She sighed. "I haven't yet, but then you're used to heat a lot worse than this, aren't you?"
"It doesn't get much worse than this."
She rolled her eyes. "I'll say."
He chuckled. "I meant this is about as hot as it gets in this part of Arkansas. It'll cool down soon enough."
What was the use? Obviously he wanted to continue his farce. The stakes must be high - or maybe he simply enjoyed the game. She glanced around the tiny room, thinking of her spacious apartment in L.A. There was no kitchenette here, only a small bath off the main room.
"How do you fix your meals?"
"I don't cook. I go out to eat. It's simpler that way."
That would get old. "Don't you miss home cooking?"
"What's to miss? I've been on my own since I got out of high school."
"You've never been married?"
He grinned. "You worked that in well enough. No. I've never been married."
She gasped. "I wasn't...I didn't work that in." Why did her complexion have to reveal her every emotion? She stood and gave the chair a nudge with her foot.
"Maybe we'd better go."
He pushed off the bed. "Awe, don't get in a snit now. I was only teasing you."
"No you weren't. You thought I was chasing you again...I mean, again you thought I was chasing you."