"Why the formalities? Calling me Mr. Waston feels a bit weird, don't you think? Jessie, do we really need to be so proper?"

Jessie glanced down, a soft grin spreading across her lips. "Sure thing. There is nothing going on between us."

Albert felt the urge to speak but eventually reined it in.

He rose, suggesting, "Hey, let's grab dinner here. I'll tell the chef to whip up some perch for you. You dig perch, right? They're juicy and fresh this time of year."

Jessie shook her head.