Chapter 32

“At least tell me you don’t sing cheesy eighties love songs,” she managed after she’d set down her cup. “I think I’d have to do some serious reevaluation of my opinion of you if I found out you had a secret yen for Lionel Richie.”

“Lionel Richie isn’t cheesy,” Ashley protested. “But no, no eighties love songs. I tend toward the cheesy seventies love songs. Or write a few of my own.”

“Nothing wrong with the seventies,” she shot back with a grin. His confession intrigued her, if only because she would never have expected it. “But…you write your own? Really? Do you play too?”

“It’s hard to serenade an innocent maiden without accompaniment. It’s cheaper to just learn how to play, rather than hire an entire mariachi band.”

Her smile widened. “So it’s all a matter of economics, is what you’re telling me.”

Ashley nodded. “You’ve got it. Time and economics, the two most important considerations for any seduction.”