I held back a yawn. Surely two people could find more to talk about than spreadsheets and investments. But I didn’t care enough to try, so I nodded along.

“Thank you for tonight,” I said when he stopped at the curb in front of my house.

He put his car into park and hopped out, coming around to open my door. He was a little old-fashioned, insisting on picking me up, paying for dinner, and opening doors. But I kind of liked that in a man.

“I’ll walk you up to your door,” he suggested.

I nodded, following him up the stairs to my small porch, and plastered a polite...