Tracey nodded. That was exactly what she'd meant. "What would I get? More coming into the shop, if only to be nosy to wonder what you might see in me enough to marry me." Isaac's cologne invaded her senses and for a fraction of a second, she leaned into him.
"It depends on where you were stroking," she teased back, openly flirting with him. "Why would you want us to order parchment? We obviously need something hearty for energy." Uncurling her legs, Tracey gave Isaac free reign to her skin where her skirt ended, knowing the table cloth would hide his wandering hand. Was she daring him? Slightly.
"I like my flat," she answered quietly, not wanting to give more excuse than that. She never wanted to be beholden to Marcus or his wife. It would be awkward enough to be in their home for the reception. "Don't you think it best we keep our own space separate from one another? It will make it easier when I'm pregnant and we stop spending so much time together."
Pulling her glass into her hand, Tracey leaned back, her shoulder resting comfortably against Isaac's bicep. "I'm glad I did too." And she was. "But you didn't have to invite me out. That wasn't part of our agreement. I'll play my part when we're seen together but..." She couldn't deny he'd put his hand on her leg of his own free will. There was no reason for affection or foreplay but there they were. Yet she was ever so blunt. "Do you expect me to go home with you tonight?" It would be day five of the four they'd agreed upon.