And it was the insanely hot part that was stopping her volunteering to help.
Normally she didn’t have any problems around men. It was simple. She wasn’t interested. But with Matt it was different. With Matt it was—confusing.
Paige touched her arm. “Matt has always looked out for me. He’s always been there for me.”
“I know.” The Walker family loyalty was something she envied. Instead of trying to cause each other maximum stress and embarrassment, they pulled together. It was a family dynamic so far removed from her own experience she barely recognized it.
“It would be good to be able to return the favor for once.”
“Except I’d be the one returning the favor.”
“You’d do the work, but it would have an impact on all of us. We’re a team.” Paige paused. “You and Matt think alike and you have similar taste and style when it comes to all things outdoors. He thinks you’re so talented. After you did the planting for his roof terrace he wouldn’t shut up about how smart you are. And I know you admire his work, too. I would have thought you would jump at the chance to do something together.”
Do something together?
Images danced across her brain and heat spread across her neck. “I’ll think about it.”
Paige studied her. “Are you sure this isn’t about the whole glasses thing? Because—”
“It’s not about the glasses thing.”
It was about the door thing. And the compliment thing. And the chemistry thing.
Mostly, the chemistry thing.
“Has he told you that the client has built financial penalties into the contract so if the job falls behind it costs Matt directly?”
“No. He didn’t mention that.”
Guilt intensified.
Paige was right; she had her apartment and her independence because of Matt.
True, she paid him rent, but it was a friendly rent. And it was stupid to worry about the chemistry and her reaction to him. She needed to learn to handle it.
Brooding, she made her purchases and they walked on through the market.
Towering plants, specialty cut flowers, tropical flowers and dried botanicals crowded the sidewalk on both sides, creating a lush avenue with a sultry feel. Usually it calmed her, but not today.
Paige reached out to touch the leaves of a tropical palm tree. The thicket of greenery blocked out the sound of traffic and for a moment it was possible to forget they were in the middle of the city. “Talking of Urban Genie, we need to discuss the Smyth-Bennett engagement party in a couple of weeks.”
Frankie’s heart sank.
Another engagement party.
“What is there to discuss?”
“They want to change the brief.”
“Isn’t it a bit late for that?”
“They’re the clients.” Paige shrugged. “They want something more romantic. Or rather, the bride-to-be does and the groom-to-be is going along with it.”
“How have we ended up doing so many romantic events?” She stuck her face in a bunch of flowers. “Whatever happened to product launches and corporate functions?”
“We have those booked in, too, but it’s summer and love is in the air.”
“Francesca! Francesca! Is that really you?”