Though the words took her by surprise, she rolled with it, telling herself it was better to move on. If Reed started flirting with her, she’d have to decide how to react. She knew how she was supposed to react, but it was completely different from the way she wanted to react.

She pulled her feet together and bent forward, putting her hands flat on the floor. “What did you make me?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“You want me to guess?” She stood again and raised her leg to the ledge, stretching her body along its length.

“No, I…” He paused. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Go all pretzel-like.”

“Practice.” She’d started when she was ten years old, when everything about her body had been extraordinarily flexible. “Is it something to eat?” she asked him. “If it is, you should know I like fruit and whole grains.”

“Is that why you skipped the brownies last night?”

“I noticed you ate mine.”

“Always happy to help a lady in distress.”

She couldn’t help laughing at that. “Ever the gentleman.”

“Yes, I am.”

She straightened. “Okay, I’ll admit, you’ve got me curious.”

His eyes warmed. “You want to come and see?”

“Depends. Where are we going?”

“The barn.” His gaze scanned her body. “You’ll have to put on something warmer than that. And remember, the hands are working out there.”

She glanced down at her simple leotard set. “You know I go up on stage in less than this.”

“Not in Colorado, you don’t.”

“Fine.” She started for the door, passing by him and calling over her shoulder. “You got any more of those cotton shirts? That’ll cover up everything that counts.”

“What’s mine is yours.” He started in behind her. “In fact, I’ve got a nice set of pajamas you might like. Red-and-gray plaid, very boxy. You take the tops.”

And he’d take the bottoms.

Oh, he was definitely flirting. She stopped abruptly in the doorway and he almost barreled into her.