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choked when Tanner whipped toward her again,surprise lighting those interesting, see-all whiskey-colored eyes of his.
    â€œ Cheesecake! I meant I love cheesecake,” she corrected frantically. “Yes, yes, I like it with tea, thank you.” Feeling heat creep up her face, Cami found her gaze locked with Tanner’s. He was very amused. “See you Sunday,” she said to her client, and hung up.
    â€œTea with your cheesecake,” Tanner murmured. “Good combo. But what do you like with your beefcake?”
    â€œVery funny. Everyone makes a slip of the tongue once in awhile.”
    â€œYeah.” He pulled off his useless shirt. “Do you make yours on your blind dates?”
    For some reason, she could hardly breathe, and told herself it was all the dust in the air. “I don’t do much with my tongue on dates.”
    â€œNo?”
    â€œNot that it’s any of your business,” she said as coolly as she could while suddenly sweating like crazy.
    His gaze slid over her slowly, and she got the feeling he knew exactly what he did to her.
    â€œSo you’ve got another blind date,” he said.
    â€œWhat does a woman like you need them for?”
    â€œI don’t need them at all. Other people need me.”
    â€œAnd what about what you need? Does anyone think of that?”
    â€œI—I don’t think so, no,” she said softly, never having viewed it that way before.
    â€œRemember that,” he said just as softly. “The next time you make a slip of the tongue.”
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    T WO MINUTES before Cami’s date was scheduled to arrive, Tanner came into the kitchen. He was covered in dust from head to toe.
    â€œDemo is a messy business,” he said apologetically. “We’ve tried to keep the mess to the back portion of the place.”
    And he had. He’d used plastic and tarps, always careful not to track the dirt to the usable end of the house. As one who hated to clean, Cami appreciated it. “You’ve been great,” she said, preening a little, wondering what he thought.
    He wasn’t even looking at her, darn him. He’d grabbed his water jug and was chugging from it, not noticing what she’d done with herself.
    Ever since puberty, which had happened unfortunately young for Cami, men had been noticing her body first, her mind a far second. Not Tanner.
    She didn’t know why it mattered exactly, when she had already decided he wasn’t her type, but she wanted him to look at her, wanted some sort of appreciation. She wore a sundress and strappy sandals, both of which managed, by some miracle, to hide the fact that her scale had groaned under her just that morning.
    She knew she looked good. And for once, she wanted to be noticed—by Tanner.
    Slowly he lowered the water jug. “You look…”
    â€œDressed?” she asked with a self-deprecatory smile, referring to the towel incident.
    â€œWell, yes. Dressed.” His brows were knit together in displeasure. “Why can’t you just back out?”
    â€œWell…I guess I seem to have a little trouble with the word no.”
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    â€œH MM .” Tanner leaned against the counter and crossed his arms, studying her. She was a puzzle to him. One, she had trouble with no. That was interesting, especially since he’d seen her coax his workers to her slightest whim. He’d heard her on the phone with subcontractors, bulldozing her way through yards of red tape. And when it came to her opinions on paints, materials or colors,don’t get her started. Two, she wasn’t a meek woman, or a quiet, mousy one, so it was fascinating, and frustrating, to him that she let the people she cared about walk all over her. “That must be interesting,” he said casually. “At the end of all these blind dates, not being able to say no.”
    As always when he baited her, her nose went to the sky. “I manage just fine then, thank you