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took his gaze off the road, frowning at her. “Are you trying to pick a fight with me?”
    “No! I just— People who— Never mind.” She crossed her arms over her chest and said nothing more.
    They finished the drive in silence. Fortunately it wasn’t a long drive.
    After killing the motor, he partially turned toward her. “I take it you require a lot of sleep?”
    “I need eight hours, like normal people.”
    “That means you’re a night person, right? You stay up too late and then have trouble getting up. So we’ll tell your sisters our being together works well because I can get you out of bed in the mornings,” he said with a smile.
    Elise stared at him in horror. “We’ll do nothing of the sort!”
    “Why? Surely you don’t think they’ll believe we’re not sleeping with each other. We’re not exactly teenagers.”
    “I suppose you think sex should be a part of dating?” She tried to keep her outrage under control.
    “If there’s no sexual attraction, there won’t be anengagement. If they’re going to believe us, they have to think I can’t keep my hands off you.”
    “I’m not sure you’re that good an actor,” she snapped.
    His chuckle surprised her, and she glared at him.
    “Sweetheart, that part doesn’t require any acting.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “You’re a beautiful woman. I’m a man. We men are drawn to beautiful women. And you look damn good in jeans.”
    “I don’t— They’re old.”
    “And fit you like a glove. It was a pure pleasure to follow you around tonight.”
    She wasn’t sure she believed him, but she knew she’d be so self-conscious when she got out of the car, she’d scarcely be able to walk.
    “Is sex all you ever think about?” she asked, hoping to stop this conversation.
    “Nope. But it’s nice to consider.”
    “There are other things more important. Like…” She thought desperately. “Like, are you a Republican or a Democrat?”
    “You choose your men based on their political preferences?” he asked, incredulity in his voice.
    “No! But it’s something I should know.”
    “Okay. I’m neither. I vote based upon the candidate, not the political party.” He smiled. “How about you?”
    “Me? Uh, I’m—” What could she say? She did the same. “Me, too,” she mumbled.
    “What a relief. We can check that one off the list. What else?”
    “Why do I have to come up with all the questions?You should ask me about things that are important to you.” Anything to get herself off the hook. Because her mind was a blank.
    “Okay. Do you want children?”
    She almost choked. She wouldn’t have expected that question in a million years. “I said I wasn’t interested in marriage!”
    “That wasn’t the question.”
    “Yes, it is. Because, like Daisy, I wouldn’t choose to be a single parent. So that eliminates the prospect of children.” She tried to keep any sadness out of her voice. The past few years, when she played with her nieces and nephews, a longing she tried to keep buried rose in her. But she’d accepted that she would never hold her own child in her arms.
    “But what if someone in your family asks us about our plans to have children?”
    “Well, to appease them, just say we want children but we don’t know when or how many.”
    “Why are you so against marriage? Didn’t your parents have a happy marriage?”
    She definitely didn’t like this line of questioning. “Yes, they did. I want to know your shoe size.”
    He blinked several times, drawing attention to his blue eyes. “My shoe size? Is there some psychological connection that I’m missing?”
    She thought she’d pass out. Shoe size had been the first thing to come into her head, but women whispered about the shoe size being representative of the size of a certain other organ. Did James know that? She thought she’d die of embarrassment.
    “I—I thought my sisters would expect me to know that.”
    “Well, for your sisters’ edification, I wear a ten