“You do?” I ask him in surprise.
“Yeah, I do. I know you thought I was the gardener, and I didn't correct you, and well… even though that was an assumption you made, it was a lie of omission by me, and I don't like lying. So, I'm sorry.” I'm taken aback by his words. That was the last thing I'd expected to hear from him.
“It's okay. I know now that you're Hunter Waverly, and you just like to putter around in the garden for whatever reason.”
“And I know now that you're Gina Spellman, and you’re a ghostwriter for my grandparents.”
“Oh.” I don’t feel well.
“Also,” he says, “I wasn’t very nice that day.”
“What?” Now I’m even more taken aback.
“The day at the bakery, when you were spying on your boyfriend. I felt bad about eating that cupcake. And I felt bad when he cheated on you and then dumped you. No one deserves that.”
“Thanks, I guess.” My eyes narrow. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
“I don't know.” He grins. “Why do you think?”
“Is this because you want to get into my pants?”
“Well, Gina Spellman, I am many things, but I'm not a douchebag,” he says, grinning. “If I want to get into your pants, I'll do it the old-fashioned way.” He leans forward across the table. “You know what I mean?”
I swallow hard as I shake my head. He's giving mefuck-me eyes, and my entire body is responding like we're on a date. I'm going to need to calm the fuck down because this man is not someone I need to think about dating.
“Do I scare you?” he says softly.
“No. Why would I be scared?”
“I don't know. Whenever I flirt with you, you kind of go all quiet and blush.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Don't tell me you're nervous or shy…. Does the cat have your tongue?”
“It doesn't,” I say quickly.
“Okay, well that's good.” He looks over at the albums in front of me, and he frowns.
“What are these?” he asks. I look up at him with wide eyes because I don't know what to say. He stands up and walks over to my side of the desk and stands behind me. I swallow hard as I notice that he's looking at a photo of himself.Shit, I think to myself.
I look up at him, and there's a baffled expression on his face.
“What's going on, Gina?” he says. “You seem more interested in me than you were letting on.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Hunter
“Are you going to answer me?” I ask Gina as I see her quickly covering and closing the books in front of her.
“Just research for the book,” she says quickly. “I haven’t actually been able to spend much time outside today,” she says as she gazes out of the window. “It looks really nice.”
Hmm, why is she changing the subject?
“You do like looking out the window a lot, don’t you?” I ask her. She looks over at me quickly, her eyes widening slightly as I offer her a wicked smile. I love seeing the way she stares at me when she wants to ask me something inappropriate. She decides not to continue with her train of thought.
“So what exactly are you doing in here?” I question and watch as she blushes slightly and just shakes her head. “I was doing research on your grandparents for the book. I figured if I’m writing their story, I should research all members of the family.”
“Are you planning on interviewing me?”
