Esther

He walked up to her, bending slightly so they were at eye level.

"I said I want to be a good person in your thoughts." His voice was low and sultry.

Esther's stomach did a little flip, and she hiccupped. His closeness was killing her. She had never been this close to a guy—at least, not when she wasn't delivering a kick to their head.

He was so close that his breath mingled with hers. It carried the scent of the delicious pie they had just eaten, mixed with a faint whiff of tobacco. Not the cheap kind her neighbors smoked, but the rich, expensive variety that made her, a non-smoker, want to indulge a little. She mentally kicked herself. This was no time for nonsense.

She took a quick step back to put some distance between them, only to feel her back press against the door.

Shit.

From the upward tug of his lips, he seemed amused.