“Helping you feel at home.You like it.”
“I don’t,” she said, twisting her head before her body followed.“Just because I end up with those guys doesn’t mean I like it.I self-sabotage.”
“Was your husband a sleaze?”
Growling in frustration, she cast her eyes upward.“You’re obsessed.”
“The less you answer my questions, the more I want to know.”
That was true but didn’t inspire her to share.
“We’re not together anymore,” she said, opening her arms to let them flop at her sides.“That’s the only thing relevant.”
“Why is that relevant?”he asked, joining her in the living room.
Why was he always pursuing her?Whenever she put space between them, he was always on her tail, reducing it or asking her to.
“I guess it isn’t.”
He stopped in front of her.Way too close in front of her.Again.
“Did he hurt you?”
Something in the deep tenderness of that question narrowed her throat.
Distracting herself from his eyes, she traced a line on his shirt.“I’ve never known a man who hasn’t.”
His hand curled around hers, stalling it, which brought her eyes back to his.“I won’t.”
Her smile preceded a whisper of a laugh.“That’s what they all say, Mr.Collier.”
At least he didn’t fight her.“You got a computer?”She nodded.“I’ll add you to the network.Write down your phone number and email.My calls will redirect to your phone, emails will go to your account, okay?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll send you the details of our current projects.Do whatever you can.Paperwork, field calls, we are not taking on new clients.”
“You’re certain of that?”
“I am,” he said.“The waiting list got out of control fast, so we scrapped it.I take on projects that interest me.Nothing cookie cutter.Press calls are always no comment.”
“Press calls?”
“Yeah.Shouldn’t be anything personal, family members email my private account and I get back to them… eventually.”
“What about household stuff?”she asked, taking her hand from his when he tried to thread their fingers together.Playing it off, she went around him to return to her coffee.“Do you have a maid?”
“Cleaning service comes in once a week, they work under supervision.Ozzie lets them in.”
“He has a key?”
“It’s a fingerprint lock.We’ll add you to the system.”
“I don’t mind waiting for you to answer the door.”
“I won’t,” he said.“Once I’m downstairs, I’m on the phone or in the zone.I don’t handle distractions.”
“You’d just leave me standing out there?”
