ignored the inner tug she felt toward that tasty carrot he was holding out in front of her. He knew all too well that he was getting to her. And she imagined her expression told him everything he wanted to know. “You’re still selling me on an idea I already agreed to. Feeling a little desperate, Adam?”
For a second she thought he’d deny it, then he clearly thought better of it.
“Not quite,” he admitted. “But it’s close. Look, Sienna, we can help each other here. That’s it. So are you in or not?”
She met his gaze for a long second or two. She could say no, but why should she? There was a baby who needed to be cared for and a man completely out of his depth asking for her help.
And okay, the photography studio.
But there was another reason to do it. One she didn’t really want to think about. It was Adam, himself. It was his eyes. The deep timbre of his voice. And the way he looked at her. Foolish? Probably. Irresistible? Absolutely.
“Okay,” she said before she could talk herself out of it. “I’m in.”
Relief flashed across his features briefly. “Good. That’s good. So I’ll meet you at your place in two hours. Help you move what you need to my house.”
“Okay.” Decision made, her stomach was still spinning. She’d have to get her neighbors to watch the house and bring in the mail and—“I’ll write down my address.”
“I know where you live.”
She looked up at him. “You do?”
His gaze locked on hers. “I’ve always known, Sienna.”
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