Page 11 of Can't Take Moore
“Yeah, I heard something about there being more of you Moore men around town.”
“You did, huh?” Leaning against the doorjamb, his lips curved into a smirk. “From what my cousin told me, your visit to Leaves & Pages sounds as though it was pretty damn interesting.”
Crap.I had been hoping to avoid the awkwardness of this topic, and then I went and flung the door to it wide open myself.
At this point, the best I could do was not admit to anything embarrassing unless he called me on it first. “Really?”
He quirked a brow. “You somehow gave Skylar the idea that having all those male relatives of mine stopping into Leaves & Pages would give the women in town a reason to frequent the shop.”
“Ah, yeah.” I pressed my lips together and shrugged. “That.”
“Why do I get the feeling there’s a good story behind this idea?” he asked, his smile widening.
“Actually,” I drawled as I moved past him onto the porch, “we should probably discuss that swing since I’m looking forward to putting it to good use once it’s installed.”
He followed me to the side where I thought it should go. “Do you already have one picked out?”
“Nope.” I let the P pop at the end and grinned. “But I bet I can find the perfect porch swing online and have it delivered by next week.”
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he rocked back on his heels. “That sounds like a wager I shouldn’t take unless I want to lose.”
“With how good I am at online shopping, you’re probably right,” I admitted.
“I’d certainly say so.” He gestured toward the house. “It’s how you found this place, after all.”
“Exactly.” I took a sip of my tea and hummed in pleasure.
His gaze zeroed in on my mouth, his eyes darkening as he offered, “I’ll text you the information for a handyman who’ll be able to install the porch swing.”
“Thank you.”
My gratitude proved to be premature when he added, “But only if you tell me how you inspired Skylar to start a sign-up sheet for when I’m going to stop into Leaves & Pages.”
If either of my hands had been free, I would have covered my mouth to prevent my laugh from sputtering out. “Did she really?”
“She sure did,” he confirmed with a chuckle. “Gave me a pen and paper to call dibs on my times and everything.”
“Wow.” My eyes were wide as I shook my head. “I had no idea she’d take it that far when I joked about becoming a regular so I’d be around when some of you guys come in.”
He took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides. “You don’t need to gawk at my brothers or cousins,”
“I don’t?” I echoed, tilting my head to the side.
“You can just go out on a date with me instead,” he suggested. “How about dinner tomorrow?”
The timing couldn’t have been worse for me to meet a hot guy who wanted to take me out, even after seeing me at my worst. Starting a new relationship when I was in the middle of drastic life changes—which would lead to screaming matches with my mom and sister when I resumed contact with them—was a horrible idea.
Then again, I was finally in a position where I’d actually have free time. And the invitation was incredibly tempting coming from Dean.
While I mentally debated the pros and cons of agreeing, I asked, “Isn’t there a rule against brokers dating their clients?
“You’re not my client anymore.”
I liked how quick he was with his comebacks. Bantering with him was fun. “What if I want to purchase another property?”
He shrugged. “Nothing bans agents from dating clients, so merely entering into a romantic relationship with a client doesn’t immediately put an agent's license in jeopardy.”
Narrowing my eyes over how easily he was able to come up with that rule, I muttered, “Have you dated a lot of your clients?”
