Page 28 of Bred By the Sheikh

I smiled.

She continued.

“I’d like to help shape the idea before everyone gets attached to it.”

“You did that here.”

Her blue eyes met mine.

“Yes, I did.”

She gave me a small, pleased smile.

It looked good on her.

“Why did Amanda send you?”

“She didn’t have many choices.”

“That isn’t what I asked.”

Chrissy’s brows rose.

“You do that a lot.”

“What do I do?”

“Ask a question, reject the first answer, and sit there looking intimidating until somebody gives you the real one.”

“Does it work?”

“It works annoyingly well.”

I waited.

She sighed.

“She sent me because I knew the research, I could travel on short notice, and I’d been supporting the account.”

“You were qualified.”

“Yes, I was.”

She met my eyes when she said it.

I liked that too.

“I was also available.”

Her gaze dropped to the tablet.

I didn’t push.

Instead, I asked, “What about Omaha?”

“What about it?”

“Do you like it?”