showroom, he pretty much flirted with her unmercifully. And wasn’t it a delightful surprise when she flirted right back.
“Who in the world would ever buy this?” he asked, tapping the head of an alligator smoking a cigar.
“Someone who misses Florida?” she quipped.
So far, she’d had a witty reply for every comment he’d thrown out. Seeing this side of her only made him want to kiss her pretty smile. She was having a good time, and he couldn’t be happier. Especially after their moment in the truck.
“And what about this?” he asked, gesturing to a trio of pewter mice who were obviously running in place.
“An angry cheesemonger? Maybe he wants to send a message.”
“Don’t mess with my cheese,” he finished for her in an ominous voice.
They both laughed, and he fought the urge to reach out and take her hand again. But they were in public now, and even though the sales person was giving them space after delivering a brief greeting, he was still hovering in the showroom.
“Okay,” Susannah said, putting her hands on her hips. “Let’s get serious. We’ve established what you don’t like. Now, we need to find what you do. How about we start with a couch?”
“A couch,” he said, stroking his chin. “Why don’t you show me some of your favorites?”
“Do you want leather or cloth?”
“Let’s give both a gander,” he said, following her as she headed off to another room.
The old mill was built with red brick and had scuffed-up walnut wooden floors. He liked the look of the place, which Susannah had praised for preserving the past while curating the largest furniture collection in the area.
When they entered another showroom, his mouth dropped clear open. “It’s a couch potato's dream.”
The smile she gave him was sweet as honey with a touch of spice. “Let’s find your couch.”
She set off with a determined stride, scanning the rows upon rows of couches. He tried not to watch the way her backside swayed as she walked, but he couldn’t help himself. She was gorgeous all around, front, back, and sideways. Oh, and if that wasn’t a great lyric. He drew out his phone to write it down. He was always jotting down phrases that came to him. Many ended up in his songs.
“What about this one?” she said from a few rows up.
The leather was the color of a caramel apple, which made him long for Halloween. Growing up, he’d loved him a caramel apple—more than any other candy. “Is it comfy?”
She sat down and bounced on it, making him hot all over. Good Lord, it wasn’t very gentlemanly of him, but he could watch her bounce up and down all day.
“It is,” she said in a cheery voice. “And it’s long enough to fit all of you. Do you like to veg on the couch and watch TV like other couch potatoes?”
“Is there anyone who doesn’t?” he fired back, sitting next to her and giving it a matching bounce for good measure. “Hey, this is pretty comfy.”
“It’s one of my favorite brands,” she said, running her hand over the leather in a way that was far too arousing for a public venue.
He needed to get a hold of himself. A man shouldn’t get hot and bothered from watching a woman sit on a piece of furniture.
“What about the color?”
“I like it,” he said, touching the leather, but not caressing it like she had. He needed to draw the line somewhere. “Let’s keep it in mind.”
“I thought a dark brown might not work for you. The one downstairs is a lighter shade. You’re earthy, but not dark.”
If she knew everything about him, she wouldn’t say that. “What an interesting observation. Do you get them often?”
She kicked her feet out, more relaxed than he’d ever seen her. “Yep. It’s how I see clients. Although I don’t always tell them my way of thinking.”
“What other observations do you have for me?”
She turned and faced him on the couch. He could easily imagine watching a movie with her on this couch. And then after it finished,
“Who in the world would ever buy this?” he asked, tapping the head of an alligator smoking a cigar.
“Someone who misses Florida?” she quipped.
So far, she’d had a witty reply for every comment he’d thrown out. Seeing this side of her only made him want to kiss her pretty smile. She was having a good time, and he couldn’t be happier. Especially after their moment in the truck.
“And what about this?” he asked, gesturing to a trio of pewter mice who were obviously running in place.
“An angry cheesemonger? Maybe he wants to send a message.”
“Don’t mess with my cheese,” he finished for her in an ominous voice.
They both laughed, and he fought the urge to reach out and take her hand again. But they were in public now, and even though the sales person was giving them space after delivering a brief greeting, he was still hovering in the showroom.
“Okay,” Susannah said, putting her hands on her hips. “Let’s get serious. We’ve established what you don’t like. Now, we need to find what you do. How about we start with a couch?”
“A couch,” he said, stroking his chin. “Why don’t you show me some of your favorites?”
“Do you want leather or cloth?”
“Let’s give both a gander,” he said, following her as she headed off to another room.
The old mill was built with red brick and had scuffed-up walnut wooden floors. He liked the look of the place, which Susannah had praised for preserving the past while curating the largest furniture collection in the area.
When they entered another showroom, his mouth dropped clear open. “It’s a couch potato's dream.”
The smile she gave him was sweet as honey with a touch of spice. “Let’s find your couch.”
She set off with a determined stride, scanning the rows upon rows of couches. He tried not to watch the way her backside swayed as she walked, but he couldn’t help himself. She was gorgeous all around, front, back, and sideways. Oh, and if that wasn’t a great lyric. He drew out his phone to write it down. He was always jotting down phrases that came to him. Many ended up in his songs.
“What about this one?” she said from a few rows up.
The leather was the color of a caramel apple, which made him long for Halloween. Growing up, he’d loved him a caramel apple—more than any other candy. “Is it comfy?”
She sat down and bounced on it, making him hot all over. Good Lord, it wasn’t very gentlemanly of him, but he could watch her bounce up and down all day.
“It is,” she said in a cheery voice. “And it’s long enough to fit all of you. Do you like to veg on the couch and watch TV like other couch potatoes?”
“Is there anyone who doesn’t?” he fired back, sitting next to her and giving it a matching bounce for good measure. “Hey, this is pretty comfy.”
“It’s one of my favorite brands,” she said, running her hand over the leather in a way that was far too arousing for a public venue.
He needed to get a hold of himself. A man shouldn’t get hot and bothered from watching a woman sit on a piece of furniture.
“What about the color?”
“I like it,” he said, touching the leather, but not caressing it like she had. He needed to draw the line somewhere. “Let’s keep it in mind.”
“I thought a dark brown might not work for you. The one downstairs is a lighter shade. You’re earthy, but not dark.”
If she knew everything about him, she wouldn’t say that. “What an interesting observation. Do you get them often?”
She kicked her feet out, more relaxed than he’d ever seen her. “Yep. It’s how I see clients. Although I don’t always tell them my way of thinking.”
“What other observations do you have for me?”
She turned and faced him on the couch. He could easily imagine watching a movie with her on this couch. And then after it finished,
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