His lips curve up in a soft smile as he pulls back onto the road. “Moose whisperer and hider of surprises.”
“Now that you know my secret talents, what are yours?”
“Baking apple cobbler and knowing when creepy assholes are going to hit on the housekeeper.”
I raise a brow at him.
And even though he’s driving, with his attention on the curving roads as we enter a residential area, I’m positive he notices.
You can tell by the growing smirk.
Heaven help me, I love it when he smirks at me.
I may have been wrong about liking my men meek and mild.
I might like them better when they go toe-to-toe with me.
That might be what’s been missing from my love life.
“Do you think Lucky has any firewood he needs split?” I ask. “So I can make myself useful while you’re cooking?”
His smirk turns into a real smile. “His only fireplace is gas.”
“Oh.”
“Is that the face you make when you’re disappointed at work too? Your normal job back home?”
I burst out laughing at the idea of letting anyone at work see when I’m honestly sad.
Support and build up my team? Yes.
Let them support and build me up?
Still working on that.
“Stop talking about who I really am,” I tell Rhys. “I have to be Margie for the next few hours.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“What’s your trigger point? When do youknowit’s time to tell them beyond some made-up date you gave me to shut me up?”
I sink deeper into the soft leather passenger seat and sigh. “I’ll know.”
“That simple?”
“It’ll be when I realize I’ve been hiding it longer than I should have because I like it when people like me for me instead of my titles and family and investments. Also, my sabbatical can only last so long before—before I need to go back.”
He slides a glance at me as he pulls to a stop on the street behind a truck I recognize as Jack’s. “Before all of the pieces are in place for whatever grand scheme you need them for?”
“I wish I could be offended by that,” I murmur.
“Didn’t mean it as offensive. I unfortunately think it’s hot.”
I smile at him. “How hot?”
“We’re in front of your brother’s place.”
