I froze.

Did he just... reverse-flirt with me?

My cheeks burned as I realized I’d walked right into his trap. All this time, I’d pegged him as a clueless rookie, but nope—turns out he was playing in the big leagues.

Not bad.

I fought to keep a straight face, schooling my expression into something neutral. "Don’t flatter yourself."

Setting my bowl down, I casually moved to the couch, grabbed the remote, and ...