She looked skeptical, as if she might argue. "What's in it?"
"Oats, flaxseed, honey." Or maybe she was just nervous. He liked to think he made her nervous.
"Did you know that a bee only produces one and a half teaspoons of honey during its lifetime?"
"That's fascinating. Now open up."
Her gaze stared into his as she tilted her head back and opened her mouth. The tips of his fingers touched her lips. He dropped the granola into her mouth as if she were a bird, then he stepped back.
She chewed, then licked the corner of her mouth. "That's pretty good stuff."
"I'm addicted to it." He grabbed one of the cooking sheets and sat it on the island next to her. "Help yourself."
"Are you sure you made it?"
"Of course. Who else?"
"I don't know, but you don't strike me as the type of guy who makes his own granola."
It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her what she did think of him, but he supposed he already knew. She thought he drove a HUMMER to compensate for a small dick and impotence. "That's because you don't know me."
"That's true." She cocked her head to one side and studied him. "Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, but I don't have to answer."
"That's fair," she said and crossed her arms beneath her breasts. "Why do you live in such a huge house when you're not even here that much?"
"I'm here from March to September. Well, when I'm not at the store, anyway." Which didn't answer her question. Why had he built a big house? He shoved his hip into the counter next to her. "I guess because I've lived in big houses with pools and Jacuzzis and game rooms for most of my adult life. So, when it came time to build this one, I just went with what I was used to."
"You have a game room, too?"
"Yeah. It's off the great room," he said as she scooped up granola with her fingers and ate. "Maybe we can play pool sometime."
She brushed her hands together as she swallowed. "Maybe, but I have to warn you, I don't lose on purpose to anyone."
"What fun is there in that?"
"I saw you play the other night. I could beat you blindfolded and with one arm tied behind my back."
"Trash talker," he said through a smile. "I'd like to see you try and kick my ass."
"Oh, I don't know if I'd kick your ass. You're not that bad." She laughed. "I'd spank you real good, though."
It was a hell of a deal to have the woman you fantasized about stand in front of you and talk about spanking.
She took another bite of his granola and swallowed. "Which tends to get me in trouble with me who have fragile egos." She looked at him through serious brown eyes and said, "I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry about what I said in the sheriff Blazer the other night."
He thought a moment. "About you thinking must have been arrested before?"
"No. The erectile dysfunction crack."
"Ahh… that."
"I was kinda joking, but you didn't see the humor, so…" She paused, dipped her chin, and looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry about that. It was insensitive."
He stared at her for a few moments, then his brows shot up his forehead. "For the love of Christ." She really didn't think he could get it up. If she cared to glance down at his button fly, she would see that she was wrong about that.
"Sometimes I think I'm funny and I'm not, and I put my foot in my mouth."