I did a lot of coloring in the park last summer. And look how calm I am.”
“Yeah,” he said with a wry smile. “You looked pretty calm in the stairwell today.”
Of course he would point that out. But it was hard to get angry when he was flashing her that adorable grin.
“May I?” he asked, nodding to the pile.
No one had looked at her coloring books before. It had never even occurred to her to show them to anyone. “Go ahead, but they’re nothing special.”
He took the top book, a panoramic foldout of a magical fairyland. “Wow, you sure do have a way with color.”
The compliment made her feel all warm and squishy inside. “I just pick what looks right.”
“That’s the weird thing. Normally these colors don’t even go together, but you make it seem like they do.”
She shrugged, thinking he was making a way bigger deal about this than he should be. “Maybe I wasn’t clear. You can rave all you want and I’m still not going to sleep with you.”
“You should frame some of these,” he said, looking through a book of flowers, ignoring her completely. Or, knowing him, he was only pretending to. She had the feeling that he didn’t miss much.
“Why?” she asked him. “They’re not art.”
“No, this is definitely art.”
“Okay, but it’s someone else’s art.”
“Yes, the shapes are already there, but the color adds dimension. It brings it to life. That’s the hardest part.”
Maybe, maybe not. Either way, his enthusiasm was giving her warm fuzzies all over the place. Her inability to resist his charms bordered on the absurd.
“How many finished books do you have?” he asked her, flipping through a collection of mandalas.
She didn’t even want to go there. “Too many. I don’t get out much.”
“Me neither,” he said, and she gave him a dubious look. “I’m serious.”
“That’s not how I hear it.”
“Keeping tabs on me?”
She was making it sound that way, wasn’t she? “Word gets around. You’re reputed to have a very busy social calendar.”
“When I first got here I was going out pretty frequently. But I was in a new place and meeting lots of new people.”
“New women, you mean.”
He shot her a sideways glance through the curtain of his unfairly thick lashes, then winked. He actually winked. “Be careful, Clare, you almost sound jealous.”
Probably because she was. A little.
He moved closer, looking like a tiger on the prowl, his eyes shining with male heat. If this were the wild, he would take her in an instant. And because it was the wild she would be helpless to stop him. He looked as if he was going to kiss her, and she wanted him to.
His eyes locked on hers, he started to lean in, slowly, cautiously, as if he was expecting her to hit him over the head with something.
Up until today he had been subtle but consistent. He had never pushed, exactly, but he’d made sure that she knew he was around. Something told her now that all bets were off.
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