" I admit I was stupid. Oh, mija, you don’t know what I’d give to start over.” He leaned toward her and said, “If I had a woman like you in my life, I think I would know what I had.” She laughed at him. “Good God, you’re so obvious. You’re coming on to me!” Some habits die so hard, he thought. But he was close enough to smell her sweet perfume and it addled his brain a little bit. “Dios, no! I wouldn’t dare! I’m admiring you, that’s all.” “Well, you can stop admiring me—I’m never getting within a hundred miles of another one of you.” “Another one of—me?” “You’ve been through two wives and a million other women. Not exactly a good résumé, Mike.” He leaned back on his hands and smiled at her. “For a little while, I thought you liked me.” She lifted her eyebrows. “I’m not about to be tricked by a flirtatious man.” He shrugged. “If you are, it will be kept in confidence, Brie,” he said, smiling at her. “This "
― Robyn Carr , Shelter Mountain (Virgin River, #2)