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He cocked a wary eyebrow. “Really? That fast?”
“Yes. It’s something that’s put me in a bit of a predicament.”
“What is it?” Chris asked hesitantly.
“You’re going to be my feature bachelor.”
His expression fell. “What?”
“At a charity auction to raise money for earthquake relief. You’re going to give up your time and take the highest bidder on a romantic night out.”
* * *
He wasn’t quite sure that he’d heard her right.
“You want me to do what?” he asked in disbelief.
“Be in the bachelor auction.”
“No way!” he almost shouted at her, throwing up his arms.
“You said you’d make it up to me, and being the featured bachelor in our Hot Greek Nights bachelor auction would definitely be a highlight.”
“Nope.” He shook his head and crossed his arms. “I’m not a bachelor.”
A strange expression crossed her face and for a fleeting moment he thought he saw that flare of jealousy again.
“You’re involved with someone?” she asked slowly.
“No, but...”
She held up her hand to silence him. “Then you’re doing it, pal.”
“I think not. I’m a single father. I don’t have time to do a charity auction.”
“Even if it will help those less fortunate here in Mythelios? Those who were affected by the earthquake? Not everyone is so lucky as to have a trust fund and live like you do. There are other single parents out there seriously struggling to survive.”
Dammit.
He couldn’t argue with that, and if it was to help out with fund-raising, there was no way he could walk away from it. Naomi had him cornered, the minx.
“Who suggested me?” he grumbled.
“No one did. I see no wedding band. Like you said, you’re a single father.”
“I told you my son’s mother made it clear that she did not want him and left,” he snapped, surprised at how touchy he was about it.
“I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”
“There was nothing to work out. I told you it was a one-night stand. I regret sleeping with Evan’s biological mother, but I don’t regret having him in my life.”
An unreadable expression crossed her face and he couldn’t quite place it, but then it vanished again as quickly as it had appeared.
“So, will you do it?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “I guess I have no choice—because I can’t have you cut your feet up walking back down to the clinic, nor have you savaged by a wandering goat.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth when he saw her eyes widen.
“Goats?”
He laughed. “I’ll do it. What do I need to do, though?”
“Just think of something romantic to do with whoever wins the date. You were always pretty good at that.”
A blush rose in her cheeks and his blood heated. He loved it when she blushed, and it made him feel good that he still had some kind of effect on her after all this time.
She was the only woman he’d ever cared about. Even though he’d been completely stubborn and too pigheaded back then to see it.
And now it was too late.
Is it?
“Come on, let’s get you back to the clinic,” he said, heading back to the scooter.
“Before I’m savaged by a goat?” she teased.
“Yeah.”
Naomi stumbled over some of the small rocks on this section of the road and without thinking he closed the distance between them and scooped her up, carrying her the short distance back to the scooter.
She was blushing again.
“This...” she whispered as he sat her down on the back of the scooter.
“What?”
“Sweep the winner off her feet. You’re good at that too.”
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