“I caught up, you were still reading,” I said at once.
“Well, nothing was too terrible, I did sign everything that you wanted,” he said.
“Thank you, I really appreciate your cooperation” I said.
I waited a long minute before I spoke again. It didn’t look like Clint would, he simply wa
tched me, that small smile still on his handsome mouth.
“Okay, I don’t know what to do here,” I said. I picked up my phone and started turning it over again and again in my hands.
Clint raised his eyebrows, seeming totally at his ease. Ugh. How could he be that calm?
“Normally, I’d be standing up, shaking your hand, and heading off home, but normally, I’ve not kissed the ranch owner I’m dealing with,” I said, “So, what are we doing here?”
“You’re not a subtle one, are you?” he asked.
“Nope,” I said, firmly.
“There are no ropes in my office,” he said.
“Sorry? What does that have to do with anything?” I asked.
“Brandon was trying to get us alone, and I could have told him where to shove it and taken you there, to work like professionals,” he said.
“Oh,” I murmured, hope rising in my chest.
“I’ve never brought an inspector, salesman, or lawyer into my kitchen,” he said, “Just to be clear. You’re the first.”
“I’ve never kissed a client in a barn,” I said.
“Outside a barn?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes.
“You’re the first,” I said.
“Glad to hear it,” he said, “I like you, Naomi.”
Wow. It had been a long time since any man had said something kind or flattering to me, and I found myself blushing at Clint’s matter-of-fact words.
“I like you,” I said.
He reached over and plucked the phone out of my hands.
“You’re going to shake that poor thing to death,” he said.
“It’s not alive,” I protested.
“Naomi,” he said, softly. He was staring at me intently now, and I squirmed at the heat in his gaze.
“Yes?” I asked.
He took my hand and pulled me closer to him, until our faces were a hand’s width apart.
“Do you still want me?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” I began, but I was cut off by his mouth sealing itself to mine.