He whirled with a frown. “What were the three conditions you agreed to if I didn’t call Hack?”
“Um.” She stared down at her feet. He had to admit that he really wanted her to start looking at him.
Give it time.
Rome wasn’t built in a day.
“Maya,” he said warningly. “You knew the rules. What were they?
“Uh. I had to eat.”
“And?” He took a step toward her.
“Drink water.”
“And?” Another step.
“I seem to be drawing a blank.”
Brat. She wasn’t drawing a blank. He grasped hold of her around the waist and lifted her into the air.
She gasped. “What are you doing?”
He sat her down on the kitchen countertop.
“Putting you off your feet. Remember the last rule?”
“Oh yeah, that was it.”
Little liar.
If she was his, her butt would be on fire right now.
But she’s not yours. She’s a client.
A client who had a bit of a listening problem.
“Yeah. That was it. We need to do a grocery run. But since you need to eat quick, we will order pizza.” He wrinkled his nose. Fast food was not his favorite. It was full of preservatives and chemicals.
It certainly wasn't something he wanted her eating.
“Pizza yum! Um . . .”
“What is it?” he asked as she hesitated.
“It’s just . . . the food . . . uh . . . do I . . . I mean, am I supposed to . . . feed . . .”
Ahh. He started to understand. Was she worried that she was meant to cook for him? Or was she concerned about paying for the food? He glanced around her house. It was obvious she didn’t have a lot.
And what she did have, she likely gave to her pets. It couldn’t be cheap to have all these animals.
Speaking of animals. Dougie ran in and nearly plowed straight into him.
“They’re hungry. I need to feed them. And check on the girls,” she said.
“Tell me what to do and I’ll do it,” he told her. “After I order the pizza.”
“I should order the pizza. I, um, I am meant to pay for the food, right? For you, I mean? Obviously, I pay for me.”
