Page 44 of Tangled Up In You

"That's fast."

"I think I can do it, thanks to Drew."

He raised a brow. "Seriously? He's being that helpful?"

"Yes. It turns out that Drew knows a lot about computers. Apparently, Phoebe had a software system installed, but she never used it, probably because it takes some manual labor to first enter all the inventory. Drew is doing that for me. He also said he can build me a website." She could see the surprise in his eyes. "You didn't know he had those skills?"

"No. From what his dad said, it sounded like he had no real skills or interest in anything academic or professional."

"Sometimes parents are the last to know."

"I have tried to talk to Drew, but I get little more than grunts, shrugs, and one-word answers."

"Sounds about right."

"But he talks to you," Adam muttered with a frown.

"I am paying him."

"I doubt that's the only reason."

"I'm not a threat to whatever image he's trying to portray. We have no emotional baggage. And, frankly, I think Drew feels a little superior when it comes to some of the business stuff. I am really good at teaching yoga and meditation, putting together herbs, and promoting wellness, but I don't have a lot of math or computer skills. I'm not great with numbers. I'm more of a guesstimate kind of person."

He smiled. "That doesn't surprise me."

"Anyway, if Drew can do everything he says he can do, I'll owe him more than minimum wage."

"I wouldn't worry about the money. Drew isn’t broke. I just wanted him to work so he could find some purpose in life."

"Well, he seems to be into helping me at the moment. But now that he has set his eyes on a beautiful blonde, who knows how long that will last?"

"Women are always a distraction," he muttered.

She looked into his ruggedly attractive face and said, "Men can be, too."

The electricity sparked between them. She wanted to lean in and take a kiss. She thought he was thinking the same thing, but then the waiter appeared with their entrees, and they both sat back, forcing smiles onto their faces.

"This looks good," she said, the heady aroma of spices making her remember how hungry she was.

"This restaurant is one of my favorites," Adam said. "I come here at least once a week."

"Does that mean you don't cook?"

"I can cook. My mom made sure that all of her children could take care of themselves."

"You're the oldest, right? What was that like?"

"Mostly good. I had to do a lot of babysitting, which, when it involved my two younger brothers, was more like refereeing an MMA fight."

"They were fighters?"

"From the time they were toddlers, they were always wrestling. Grayson usually won. He was tactical and better at finding his opponent's weak spot, whereas Nathan just came in like a bull in a china shop. No strategy, just a full head of steam."

"What do they do now? Or are they making their money in a ring?"

He laughed. "No. Grayson is an orthopedic surgeon. He's into fixing people, not breaking them. Nathan is a wanderer, and he seems to do a little of everything except stay in one place."

She knew that feeling. She was more like Nathan than Adam. "How do you think your brothers would describe you?"

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