God, she looked good, all soft and touchable in yoga pants and a fuzzy pink sweater that hugged her curves. His pulse quickened at the sight of her.
Emma eyed him suspiciously, one hand braced on the doorjamb, the other poised on the doorknob. “What are you doing here?”
He tipped back his Stetson. “Time to stop avoiding me, Goldilocks. I’m not leaving until we have a workable project. We both know we’re running out of time. It’s nearly March.”
Two bright spots colored her cheeks. “I had a project deadline for another client.”
“So you couldn’t return my phone calls?” he asked quietly.
She studied her feet as the silence spun out between them.
Damn. Had he blown it with her? His stomach sank. “Wait. I know. Our kiss had a devastating effect on you and you’re not sure you can resist me.
