No Matter What (The Billionaires of Sawgrass #4) - Delaney Cameron Page 0,36
This left Robin floundering in a river of doubt, unsure whether what he felt for her was enough to overcome not one, but two major obstacles.
“We should be getting close to the house,” Reece said. “There it is. Number 338.”
She smiled as she caught sight of the blue house with the white trim. “I like it already. It’s my favorite color. Is that an upstairs bedroom or a glorified attic?”
Reece turned into the short driveway. “Bedroom, I think. It also explains what Harvey meant by ocean view. There’s no way you can see the water from ground level.”
Robin didn’t wait for him to open her door. She hopped out and met him on the sidewalk. In response to his raised eyebrows, she said, “Sorry. I get impatient when I’m excited.”
His lips twitched slightly. “I never would have guessed.”
“It’s not nice to laugh at people, you know.”
“Good thing I stopped myself in time. In the very likely event of us finding ourselves in this situation again, can you tell me what would’ve happened if I hadn’t?”
It was with the greatest difficulty that Robin didn’t laugh herself. She’d just realized that a large part of Reece’s charm was derived from his playful sense of humor.
Instead of answering, she turned on her heel and led the way to the door.
“So it’s the silent treatment,” he murmured. “Not very original.”
Robin looked over her shoulder. “It’s not very effective, either.”
“I wouldn’t say that.” Reece bent down and removed the key from under the mat. “Maybe you didn’t give it long enough.” He opened the door and motioned for her to go inside.
The high ceilings were a nice surprise as were the hardwood floors. Robin reached for her phone to take pictures to send Kait. “I like what I’m seeing so far.”
Reece walked ahead of her into the kitchen. “There’s plenty of cabinet space, and the appliances are stainless steel.”
“Better and better,” she said.
He opened the door at the end. “Here’s the laundry room. Not a bad size.”
She came to stand beside him. “It’s got a pull-down ironing board. I’ve always wanted one of those.”
They retraced their steps and entered the hallway. The master bedroom was easily twice the size of either of the bedrooms at her apartment.
Reece walked over and peered through the blinds on one of the windows. “How would you decide who gets this? Flip a coin?”
“I’d let Kait have it. She’s been a brick about Owen. Not every roommate would be so understanding or helpful.” Robin checked out the attached bathroom. The glass-enclosed shower brought a rueful grin to her face. “No garden tub. I’m disappointed.”
“So you’re a bath person, huh? I don’t see the appeal. Why drag out something that can be done in less than ten minutes?”
Robin rolled her eyes. “Taking a bath isn’t only about getting clean, Reece. Soaking in hot water helps heal sore muscles and relieves stress. It allows you to slow down and unplug for a while. There’s nothing more relaxing after a long day’s work. You can’t get all that from a ten-minute shower.”
His shrug brought attention to his broad shoulders. “When I’m stressed or have sore muscles, I get a massage.”
She couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him. “Not all of us have a personal masseuse at our disposal.”
Reece threw back his head and laughed. “I hate to ruin this image you’ve created of my lifestyle, but the massage therapist I see on occasion has an office in Orange Park. I have to make an appointment like everyone else.”
“What kind of billionaire are you?”
“Not the kind you’re used to, obviously.”
“You’re the first one I’ve met,” she said as she walked past him. “The experience has been very…interesting.”
“That’s a relief. I thought you were going to say boring.”
Robin chuckled as she walked into the second bedroom. It wasn’t nearly as large as the master, but would be fine for her. “I don’t imagine you’ve ever been boring. Let’s check out the upstairs.”
At the top of the landing, there was an open area that would make a great playroom for Owen. Robin’s imagination was already fitting it with bookshelves and cubby holes to hold his toys. The bedroom next door was the smallest of the three, but with its slanted roof and dormer windows, it was just the right size for a little boy.
Reece confirmed her thoughts when he said, “It has the feel of a treehouse. My guess is Owen will love it.”
“Only one more thing to look at,” she said as they trod back