His head cocked, but after a second he nodded. “Of course.”
I repeated the fairly inoffensive email that was a mix of letters and random numbers I thought might be an important date to him, and he humored me as I did my best to push away my curiosity. “There.”
It only took a few seconds for him to check his email and then his smile flashed wide and wicked. “You’re right. They are important fact sheets.”
Limits lists and my most recent negative test results.
Very important indeed.
“I’m glad you feel that way.” And that I hadn’t offended him or read the situation wrong.
Occasionally, for some strange reason, it seemed that just because a man was flirting didn’t mean he wanted to know that I liked to be spanked. It was odd, but I was glad not to have that issue with Rohan. “As we said, communication is central to a good relationship no matter what kind it is.”
“Yes, no matter what kind.” His grin shifted into a sexy smirk. “Just not a working one for us. We’re trading skills as friends.”
Hopefully very interesting friends.
“Exactly.” Feeling like we’d made progress on thefuck Knox into the mattressfront, I smiled. “Please feel free to review the fact sheets at your disposal and let me know if you have questions, but I don’t want to forget the reason we’re here.”
“Your messy house.” Rohan delivered his response so flatly that all I could do was shrug.
He wasn’t exactly wrong.
“And your ebooks and paperbacks.”
Once we found those.
His soft chuckle said he was thinking the same thing. “If I’m going to find those, I’m going to need permission to go through the house. You’ll have to let me know if there are any areas that are too personal for me to tidy.”
Did he think I had a sex dungeon?
Was he wondering if I was a prepper?
A dealer of antiquities that might not exactly be legal?
For some reason, he chuckled. “Adult things, naughty boy.”
Oh.
That wasn’t nearly as fun, but it was probably a reasonable question. “No, my plans were to show you those when we did our walk-through.”
Maybe that’d been jumping the gun a bit?
My logic had been that he’d need them eventually. I still didn’t think I was reading the situation wrong, and I was confident I’d been right when he laughed, a deep, sexy sound that sent a shiver through me.
Yay, I’d been right.
As he relaxed back in his chair and picked up his cup again, his smile seemed slightly silly this time. “I think I’m going to like you as much as I like your books.”
Oh, that much?
He was very passionate about Teddy.
“Then would you like the tour now?” Might as well keep going forward. There was really only one way to know if he was a serial killer or not. “I had to go get the mail again and I don’t have anywhere else to put it.”
The pile on the table had tumbled over and it was a disaster of epic proportions.
“I will make sure you have the chapters of Teddy’s book that are already done before you leave the house today.” I was pretty sure that would be the only thing to keep him coming back once he saw the state of everything. “Oh, and I’ve got a few bonus chapters from Nicky’s book. I haven’t put that book out anywhere yet, though, because I keep forgetting about it.”
