Damn it. He’d meant the question playfully, but it came out…harsh.

Penelope merely laughed, a girlish happy sound. Did nothing bother her?

“I’m a hundred percent positive Lincoln’s not interested in me.”

It wasn’t quite the answer he hoped for. She hadn’t clarified that she wasn’t interested in Lincoln.

“And yet, he kissed you,” Cole pushed.

Her eyes rolled. “You know full well that was for his silly little story. It was hardly because he couldn’t keep his hands off me.”

“The Stiletto girls are trying to set you two up,” he said, unsure why he wasn’t just letting this drop.

“No they’re not.”

He folded his arms and gave her a smug look. “Oh yeah? Then why wouldn’t they quit nudging you and Lincoln together tonight?”

Penelope let out another one of those delighted laughs. “Because they’re trying to set me up with you. Riley said something about igniting your competitive juices.”

Cole stared at her, the pieces slowly falling into place. He’d suspected early on that that had been the plan, but then everyone had started talking about Lincoln, and he figured they’d shifted course.

Apparently not.

Then he laughed, mostly at himself, for not figuring them out sooner. It was so them. His friends could be…crafty. Their hearts were in the right place, always, but he should have known better to take anything they said at face value.

“Yeah. I tried to tell them it was ridiculous,” she said. She smiled again, but the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

He took a step forward. “Hold up now, Tiny. Did you think I was laughing at you just now?”

“No,” she said quickly. “Just the prospect of us together is so…”

He took another step closer, even as he wondered what the hell he was doing. He shouldn’t play games with her. She was too good for that.

And yet it didn’t feel like a game. It felt…

Well, hell. He had no idea how to explain what was going on here. If anything was going on.

“I was laughing at my own stupidity,” he explained quietly. “I should have known they’d be up to something.”

She smiled slightly, and even through the thickening snowfall he saw that she didn’t believe him.

What the hell had happened to this smiling, lovely woman to convince her that she was undesirable? That the prospect of a guy having any sort of sexual interest in her was laughable?

Sure, she wasn’t overtly sexy. But Cole was beginning to think that had more to do with the fact that Penelope herself never seemed to be thinking about sex, rather than the fact that men didn’t think about sex with her.

Cole definitely wasn’t finding it a stretch to think of Penelope in a not so platonic fashion. Something about her big eyes and petite body and—

Her gloved hands reached out to wrap lightly around his forearms as she went on her toes and kissed his cheek.

Cole wasn’t terribly tall—six feet, give or take—but Penelope was so short that he had to move his head down, just slightly, so that she could reach.

“Thanks for a nice evening, Cole.” Her fingers squeezed lightly as she took a step back, and the gesture was friendly to the point of being sisterly.

Which didn’t explain why Cole found himself, just slightly, stunned by the contact.

She lifted her hand with another of those happy grins and started to turn away, and something in Cole snapped, and he wanted to prove…something.

To her? To himself?

Hell, he didn’t know. Didn’t bother to think. “Hey, Penelope.”

She turned back around. “Yeah?”

His eyes locked on hers. “You never answered Lincoln’s question.”

She looked at him in confusion. “What question?”

“About the type of kiss you prefer.”

Her lips parted slightly, and damned if he wasn’t getting to know this woman, because he spotted the flicker of wariness on her face even as she pushed it away with a smile. “Oh, well…we really only tried the one, you know?”

“Did you like it?”

What the hell, Sharpe? What are you doing?

The snow had eased up, just a few flakes floating around them now. “Um, I guess so?”

Her voice was straight-up nervous now, and if he had any decency, he’d let it drop. Instead he moved toward her again.

“You don’t sound convinced. Head-holding kisses aren’t your thing, then?”

Her laugh was breathy. Nervous. “Well, it wasn’t the most romantic of situations. It was hard to really, um, gauge.”

“Huh,” he said, stopping when there were just a few inches separating them. She didn’t back away from him, but her eyes were cautious, her body language telling him to back off.

He didn’t.

“When was the last time you’ve been decently kissed, Penelope?”

She licked her lips. The gesture was more nervous than it was seductive, but damned if Cole wasn’t seduced all the same.

This was madness.

She was his co-worker. They spent eight to five together, Monday through Friday. Did he really want to go and complicate that?

No. He didn’t.

Especially considering the little pep talk she’d given him a couple weeks ago about how they were going to be friends. Just friends.

Tell her good night. Go home and take a cold shower. Or better yet, go home and call one of the dozen of willing, uncomplicated women in your black book who will know the score.