This is Tandy Wilkes
Tandy wanted to know about his game.
He watched her face, reading what she was asking but not saying. He wasn't playing a long game.
“You're confusing me,” Tandy said.
“How?” he asked. “You said you didn’t have room for a regular full-time man, I said I was willing to be your part-time one. There is chemistry between us. I want you. You want me. I just have to wait until you figure out when and what comes next; call me when you're ready.”
“Between my parents and the farm, trying to paint and earn a living, and playing psychologist to my obtuse sisters, my plate is too full for a regular man in my life.”
“Is there an opening for a part-time one?”
Her eyebrow arched, “Part-time?”
“I want to see how this magic feels up close, but at your pace,” he said, staring deeply into her eyes. “We have time.”
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