Having a sister and mother, he knew that it was definitely something.
"Go ahead and say it," he said.
"You're missing out on business. I know you said you do well enough, but you're leaving a lot of opportunities on the table."
Since he'd heard something similar from his own sister, Clay nodded. "I know."
Dylan stared at him in consternation. "Okay, so if you don't want to do it, don't you have an assistant or someone who can do it for you?"
Clay thought of his sister and answered, "Maybe."
"How about this? I'll get you started and help you with captions and pictures for the first few posts. It'll be less overwhelming and I think you'll see how helpful it is."
While he really didn't give two shits about all of this, he was willing to do it if it meant that he got to spend more time with her.
"Okay. When can you start?"
Dylan stared at him for a moment. "Why do I feel like I'm being had?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Before she could say anything else, the waitress arrived. To Clay's surprise, Dylan ordered without asking for a few minutes to look at the menu. He grinned. Apparently, she knew about this place after all.
Once he'd ordered as well, he looked at Dylan. "Speaking of being had."
She laughed. "Actually, I looked at the menu online this afternoon. I was curious. And I figured out what I wanted. I've never been here before."
"So, when can you start?" he asked her again.
She shook her head, but said, "How about this weekend?"
"My workshop is in my backyard," he said.
"Okay. Is that a problem?"
"I wasn't sure if it would be for you. You seem cautious about your privacy."
Dylan stared at him in silence for so long, he began to worry he'd said something wrong. He tended to be blunt and his sister said that was probably why he was single. Women didn't like men who were totally honest. According to her.
"You know, you're the first man who hasn't given me a hard time about it."
"Yeah, well, like I said last time. They're assholes."
"Well, thank you."
"Don't thank me for not being an asshole because I really am. I'm just not an asshole like that."
Dylan laughed. "Oh, really. Then what kind of asshole are you?"
He had to laugh, too.
"Ignore the wording and answer the question," she said.
"I'm blunt. And I don't like people. Let's see. I'm also impatient, tend to be selfish, and I snore."
Dylan's eyes sparkled as she smiled at him. "Everyone has flaws."
"Oh, really? Then what are yours?"
