He stepped forward, but he stopped when he was standing right in front of her. He looked from the door to her. Umm, what did he want?
“I’ll lock the door,” she said suddenly, remembering his words from last night.
“You look to see who it was before you opened the door?”
Her breath caught in her throat. Um. Uh-oh. By the very serious look on his face as he asked that she got the feeling he was not going to like hearing her answer.
“Because there’s no peephole. Which means you need to look through the side window. I didn’t see you looking through the side window.”
And of course, he would notice. The damn man saw everything.
“I knew you were coming,” she said hastily. Whew. Good excuse.
But the look on his face said he wasn’t buying that one. “Seems to me you thought I wasn’t turning up. Also seems to me that you should be checking anyway, even if you do think it’s me, that doesn’t mean it is. That’s another rule.”
She was going to need to get these written down. Before she could question him, though, he’d taken off down the hall towards the kitchen.
Okay, then. She hastily shut and locked the door. When she reached the kitchen, he was already unpacking bags.
Her eyes widened as she took in all the food. “How many people you cooking for?”
He snorted. “This ain’t all for tonight. This is for you to eat over the next week.”
“Week? This is enough to last me a month.”
He shot her a look. “Well, since you won’t be filling up on sweets and chocolate, I expect you’ll be able to eat most of this.”
Umm, say what now?
She frowned over at him. “If I need groceries, I can just order them online.” That sounded a bit bitchy and ungrateful. But he didn’t get mad. He just continued to unpack. She sighed.
“You don’t like going to the grocery store yourself?” he asked.
She didn’t really like going anywhere. She knew she should make more of an effort to get out. But the trip to Sanctuary Ranch and last night’s disastrous date had shown her that getting out and about was overrated.
“Not particularly,” she told him. “You really shouldn’t have bought all this.”
“I like to eat.”
“I can see that.” She looked him over. You didn’t get muscles like that from living on air.
“You like what you see?” he asked.
Her eyes widened. “Nope.”
He froze.
“I really, really like what I see.” Then she blushed. She sounded like a complete dork. Jesus, she wished she knew how to talk to men. She’d never had a problem talking to Jed back when they were teenagers. But she was hugely out of practice. “You know, you’re okay.”
He grinned. “Okay, huh? I can see I might have to add some time to my work out.”
“You really don’t,” she said hastily. “Real
ly. You’re perfect.”
“Nobody is perfect.”
She wasn’t so sure about that. Because when she looked at him, she didn’t see a single flaw. The man was ripped. Sexy. Strong. While not classically handsome, he had the sort of face that caught your attention and held it. That was if you could get your eyes off the rest of his body.