noticed the not-so-veiled attempts at matchmaking.â
Flint laughed again and Jessie wished she didnât like the sound of it as much as she did.
âYou thought I hadnât noticed that weâre being dispatched to paint rooms together, to go to the store together, to do everything they can possibly get us to do together? That seating arrangements always put us side by sideââ
âAnd now thisââ Jessie interjected, raising both hands in the air and glancing around ââgetting everybody out of here so weâre alone.â
Flint grinned that great grin that drew such sexy lines on his handsome face. âYep, I noticed. Impossible not to. It seems to be a conspiracy.â
âBut Kelsey is the mastermind.â
âI think her intentions are good,â Flint allowed.
âOh, they are,â Jessie was quick to confirm. âShe just wants what she thinks is best for me.â And it was a compliment to Flint that Kelsey thought he was it.
âThe two of you are really close, arenât you?â
âSheâs not only my sister, sheâs also my best friend.â
âAnd your folks, have you all always lived together?â
âNo, they retired about the same time I lost Pete. Theyâd both worked for a small, independent paper company. They had planned to sell their house and do some traveling when the time came, but instead they moved in here with me to help get me through the loss and to lend a hand with the kids. Theyâve been a godsend. Between them and Kelsey moving back to Red Rock eight months ago, I donât think I could have made it without them. But the matchmakingâ¦all I can do is say Iâm sorry.â
Flint smiled again, not seeming perturbed by what her familyâand his brotherâwere doing.
âItâs not so bad,â he said in a tone that seemed as if it might have held some innuendo, except that Jessie thought she was too out of practice with men to be sure. âI just donât know how that roof is going to get fixed if I donât get up there and give Coop a hand with it.â
âIâll try again to reason with Kelsey,â Jessie said asFlint got to his feet, apparently ready to follow Kelsey and Cooper home.
Jessie stood, too, and without thinking about it, began to walk with Flint to the gate that connected her backyard to Kelseyâs.
âMaybe instead of that,â he said along the way, âwe should give them a little of what they want.â
Jessie didnât have any idea what he was talking about that time. âGive them what they want?â
âMaybe we should pretend to go on a date together, come back and say we just didnât click. Maybe then theyâd relax.â
An instant wave of dejectionâor maybe rejectionâwashed through her at the thought that Flint had decided they didnât click. That decision shouldnât have been jarringâafter all, they didnât need to click beyond the friendly superficialities that were already in effect. There was no reason for anything more than that.
And she didnât want there to be anything more than that, Jessie reminded herself. This was strictly a distant, siblings-of-in-laws relationship.
And yet it was somehow demoralizing to hear that Flint didnât think they clickedâ¦
Especially when she was so intensely aware of him in every way.
She hid her feelings behind what she hoped was nothing more than a curious expression and as they reached the gate, said, âA pretend date?â
Flint opened the gate, stood in the opening and turned to lean one shoulder against the six-foot-high side post so that he was facing her. âWeâll go out alone, have dinner someplace innocuousâ Not Red, where all eyes would be on us.â
Red was the local restaurant owned by the Mendoza family, who were extremely close friends of the Fortunes. They even had family ties with