Page 16 of Daddy's Little Matchmaker

“Yeah, I think they make the place look more professional.”

“I agree. And I saw the updated website. Is that the one your son did?”

“It is.” She grinned, clearly proud of her child.

“He did a great job.”

“I think so, too.”

“All in all, I’m very pleased with the improvements.”

She shrugged and broke eye contact. “It’s a work in progress.”

“Hey.” He waited until she made eye contact. “Good job. I’m impressed.”

He noticed a pink tinge to her cheeks, and she immediately focused back on the counter and wiped off some non-existent dust.

“Thanks.”

Again, Connor thought she was reacting like a Little, or at the very least, like a submissive. It certainly made her more attractive to him. After a short pause, Connor asked, “Have you had any luck finding volunteers?”

“Not yet, but I have an interview tomorrow afternoon with a girl that goes to Beaverton High. She wanted to meet earlier this week, but I couldn’t fit it in. Too many clients were waiting on me to do their books. I had to do some catch up before I could focus on getting a volunteer.”

“I hope the interview goes well.”

“Me, too.”

Connor really wanted to ask her how many hours she was putting in, but knew it wasn’t any of his business. And if he thought she was working too hard, he had no right to tell her to cut back. But after a somewhat lengthy pause, he couldn’t help himself. “Are you all caught up on your accounting clients now?”

“Caught up?” She shook her head. “No. But I took care of the ones that were over a week past due.”

He didn’t like the sound of that. “How many hours are you putting in a day?”

She frowned. “Well, I’m definitely putting in more hours than usual, but it’s not unmanageable.”

He nodded and bit his tongue to keep from demanding an actual number from her. “Just remember that we agreed to two months. I’m not expecting miracles overnight. I’d much prefer small and steady improvements that are sustainable, over you working yourself into the ground.”

She still wore a slight frown, but nodded. “I agree, and I’m trying not to do anything outrageous.”

“Good.” Connor patted the counter, putting a physical end to the conversation before he said anything he’d really regret. “Did my sisters get everything cleared out upstairs?”

“Oh gosh, no.”

“No?” He repeated, not sure he’d heard her correctly.

“I mean, they got all the clothes, photos, jewelry, and other personal items, but all of the furniture and dishes are still there.”

“I thought Erin was taking care of that.”

“There must have been some miscommunication, because she told me she thought you were doing that.”

Connor sighed. “I guess I’ll give her a call so we can get on the same page.”

Tessica nodded in agreement. “There’s no rush. The furniture isn’t in the way where it is.”

“I suppose.”

Tessica checked the clock. “Anything else? The natives will be getting restless if I don’t feed them soon.”

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