"Oh," she said softly. "I thought I might have said that out loud." She reached for her wine glass and let her focus drop to the liquid inside. She cleared her throat. "I'll... keep that in mind."
Could she be more embarrassed? Oh, yes. If she drank too much - well, she wouldn't. Not at a restaurant, certainly, and not around Noah. Not now, anyway. He was smiling and he was so polite, but that was enough thinking out loud for Lisa this night. It would only get her into trouble or have him think ill of her.
And having rediscovered her butterflies, she didn't want to lose the chance to let them fly again.
She smiled. "So, what did your grandfather do in the Ozarks?"