“It kills me too when you show up here looking like that.” I ran my eyes over him, lingering here and there. He glanced down at himself. “I’m fully clothed?” “I don’t know who you’re fooling dressing like that, it’s like you want me to throw myself at you.” He groaned. “Don’t talk like that, please.” I laughed. “I’m not the one out here dressed like I’m just asking for it.” His eyes widened. “Are you for real? It’s a lumberjack shirt?” “You know exactly what you’re doing,” I teased.”