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Once they were seated on the couch, he said, “Don’t worry. I’ll stay.”
“I appreciate that.”
He looked across the coffee table covered in paperwork. “What are you working on?”
“A marketing plan for Bonnie’s Bluebonnets.” She picked at the soft bread.
He lifted a brow. “Anything worth talking about?” He popped a chip into his mouth.
“I do have some ideas up my sleeve. I can’t guarantee they’ll work, but we can try. It doesn’t help though that Bonnie isn’t here. Have you heard any news when she’ll be home? She must be very sick.” That could change the trajectory of what to do with the business.
He licked his finger and she felt warmth spread through her body. She’d never been attracted to these things and now here she was, completely doing a one-eighty. “Along with diabetes she has a few other health conditions.”
Reaching for the notepad, she opened it and skimmed her handwritten ideas. “I need to bounce some ideas off you.”
“That look…” He swirled his pointer finger through the air around her face. “It’s like something serious is brewing inside your head.”
“That’s because I have a dozen ideas. I need to figure out how to bring a few of them to fruition.” She picked up the pen and tapped the end against the paper. “Small towns are notorious for fundraising events. We could do something to raise money.”
He nodded but he didn’t seem sold on it. “It’s not a bad idea, but it’s not a good one either.”
She sighed. “You’re being negative.”
“I’ve been on fundraising committees before and it usually means tons of work.”
“Come on now. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of hard work.”
“Not in the slightest, but I’m stretched thin.”
“Point taken. Auctions always do well.” She laid her notepad and pen aside.
“And what could we auction?” One thick brow lifted.
“Hmm…flower arrangements from Bonnie’s Bluebonnets, or auction off a date with eligible bachelors.”
He chuckled. “Bachelors? Like who?”
“You.” She wagged her brows.
His mouth twisted. “Nah. Next idea.”
“Consider it—”
“No.” He growled.
“Most single men would jump at this chance.” There were no real statistics behind this statement but she had to sell it some way.
Blowing out a breath, he shook his head. “I’m not most men. The answer is still no.”
She pressed her fingers into the bridge of her nose. “I’ve been a part of events where auctioning off dates with the most wanted bachelors always did well.”
“Nice try. Isn’t my blood, sweat, and tolerance enough?” He tossed Chow a piece of bread.
“I’m not sure what the harm is.”
“Not a damn thing if you’re the one sitting in the audience bidding.” He laughed. “Why don’t you do it. Auction off a date with a city girl who never sleeps because she has her head in work non-stop.”
She smiled but realized he was being dead serious. “That’s ludicrous.”
