Robin's eyes bulged at the salary Chad named. Even including the antique sorting agreement, nobody paid such a ridiculous amount for someone to cook--not just cook, anyway.
Robin rose from her chair and pointed to the family room. "Could I talk to you for a minute, in there?"
"Sure." Chad picked up his coffee cup, winked at the twins, and followed her. His clothes were rumpled, his hair mussed, and his light morning beard looked roguish against his tanned skin. He could tempt her heart with just the heat from his blue eyes.
She forced aside her attraction to him. Men flirted with her. Men rubbed up against her. Men propositioned her. They did not offer her jobs. Careful to keep her voice down, she went on the attack the minute he stood in front of her. "What are you up to?"
"Six-foot-one." He grinned, quirking an eyebrow when she didn't laugh.
"Old joke. Not funny." Robin backed up to keep him at an arms length. "If you think all these promises are just going to make me fall into bed with you, you have another thing coming."
"I believe I invited you to cook. C-O-O-K. You want to forget the whole deal, fine by me. No cook, no sorting through the antiques, and no paying me back for the clock. It's that simple." Chad smiled, striving to appear as just a friendly, ordinary neighborhood farmer. He didn't succeed. He was too sexy.
"I pay my debts." She ground her teeth.
"Then, I just hired a cook." He rubbed his hands together, his expression gleeful. Closing the distance between them, he leaned to whisper in her ear. "By the way, Robbie, when I invite you to my bed, the words will be M-A-K-E L-O-V-E."
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