“Nice moves, Gabby.”

Gabby froze and then looked over at Reese standing in the doorway. “Thanks.” She hoped her light response hid her embarrassment. “I try.”

“So, you’re bringing sexy back?” he asked, referring to the song that just had to be playing.

“Did it ever leave?” Gabby responded nonchalantly but felt heat creep into her cheeks and silently cursed her fair skin. She hoped he didn’t notice.

“Yeah, it did.” When Reese walked toward her Gabby wondered how he could make merely walking somehow look sexy. “About eight years ago,” he added.

“You wish.” Gabby tried not to grin but failed. She really needed to stop cranking the music up so she could hear the bell ding over the front door. She shrugged as if Reese’s appearance didn’t send a flutter in her stomach. Although she often had to wear sweaters she was suddenly grateful that she had to keep the store pretty cold for the health of the flowers because she could certainly use a cool down just from looking at him. She barely refrained from fanning her face. Was it