“Absolutely.”
“I’m in.”
Chapter 9
Meredith
When we get back to my place, we order pizza. It’s amazing to me that despite being such a small town, there are two separate delivery places in Claw Valley. It’s kind of nice, actually. Even if I don’t feel like cooking, I have not one, but two different places I can go for food. This makes my life a whole lot easier. We sit down on the couch and he looks around my space.
“What?” I ask. Robert seems to be taking in everything. It’s a little unnerving, to be honest.
“Nothing.”
“It’s something,” I smile. “Most guys don’t spend a lot of time analyzing my wall hangings or carpet choices.”
“Your house feels very comfortable,” he says.
“You sound surprised.”
“I don’t usually feel at ease in other peoples’ homes.”
“How often are you in someone’s home, though?” I ask, turning toward him. I adjust myself so I’m sitting with one leg curled up under me and my elbow is on the back of the couch. My head is propped up in my chin, and I just look at him.
He’s so damn handsome and I don’t think he even realizes just how beautiful he is. He’s wearing work clothes because he came to the clearing just after work, apparently, but I managed to convince him to kick off his work shoes, so he’s at least in socks, which must be a little more comfortable.
“I used to do house calls,” he tells me.
“Before you moved here?”
“Yep.”
“What was that like?”
“It wasn’t as exciting as it sounds. I mostly visited sick kids whose parents didn’t want to have to transport them to a clinic or hospital where they could be exposed to additional germs. Especially for things like viruses, nobody wants their kids exposed to more sicknesses.”
“That’s kind of cool. I didn’t know doctors still made house calls.”
“I’d love to start something like that here,” he tells me.
“In Claw Valley? I bet there’s a market for it.”
“I wouldn’t charge anything extra. I would just do it because I like making sure people have access to medical care when they need it.”
“You’re an interesting fellow.”
“How so?”
“You just seem like you’re always thinking about other people,” I tell him.
“That’s a nice compliment.”
I shrug.
It’s the truth.
It’s not often that I meet people like him. Hell, scratch that. I never meet people like him. Not in Claw Valley.
“What about you?” He asks.