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“Okay. I’ll admit once you know what to expect, it’s not half bad.”
“There you go,” he said. “Now you know one of my secrets. I like a clean tush.”
“Please stop calling it a tush. I just can’t.”
A few tears rolled down her cheek from the ridiculousness of it. He was pushing it now and knew it, but it’d been so long since he’d seen her let go like this.
Not even at Carowinds did she seem to have as good of a time.
“I hadn’t realized you found such humor in bathroom conversation.”
She slipped her arm around his waist. “I don’t make a habit of having bathroom conversations, but thanks for the laughs. I needed it.”
“I’m glad. Could be I was going for that.”
She spun. “Really?”
“Yeah. It worked.”
“And you didn’t overdo it. If anything, I did. I guess I get it.”
His fingers gave her side a bit of a squeeze. “You got it. On the bed. I gave it to you good. Did you get as much pleasure out of that as you did joking at my expense over my bathroom habits?”
She turned to face him. “Matt, you’ve given me a lot tonight. No joking. No laughing. I’m not sure what we’ve got or where it can go. Where it will go. But I haven’t felt this free of stress or worry in so long that I forgot what it was like.”
“I’m glad,” he said. He would not be hurt by her other words. That she didn’t know what they had or where it could go. He knew exactly what he wanted, but she wasn’t even close to thinking about it let alone hearing it. “Now I can feed you.”
“And I’m going to let you. Then we can come right back to this room and you can do the work the second time.”
He leaned down to kiss her. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
20
WARMING HER HEART
Anya unlocked the door to her father’s business the next day to turn the lights on and get ready to show it for the first time.
She’d spent the night at Matt’s, having packed an overnight bag she’d left in her car.
The text last night requesting a showing for eleven today meant she had to leave early to go home, change and rush here.
She’d wanted to spend the day with Matt, but work called.
There was no way she was turning it down. Even if it wasn’t her parents’ business, she still would have made the time for a client.
“Hi.”
She whirled around when she heard the voice.
“Oh. Hi. Are you here for the showing or the store?”
It was two women who were holding hands and looking giddy. “The showing. Are you the listing agent? Calvin said we couldn’t get in without you. We wanted to come yesterday, but he’d said you were busy.”
She frowned. It was more like Calvin was busy because he’d never reached out.
As much as she wanted to throw him under the bus, it wouldn’t be professional. “There might have been a miscommunication there. I would have tried to squeeze you in if I could have. I’m Anya Emerson.”
The women shook her hand. “It’s okay. I’m Sally Smithson and this is my wife, Paula.”
