No, I don’t. But whatever. She was trying to make conversation, keep things fun. It wasn’t her fault her forced cheer was wearing on him. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“I know you do. You usually only work on one thing at a time, but you’ve got so many balls in the air. Why don’t we put off the house? Get Owl Hoot squared away. Between the Outfitters and the triathlon, you’re not going to be able to think about anything else.”

Except Rosie. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Was she on her date right now? It was only six. As soon as they’d gotten into town, they’d checked into the hotel. Since he hadn’t wanted to be alone with Vanessa in a room that didn’t have much more than a king-size bed, they’d gone for an early dinner.

What would Rosie wear for her date? He thought about her hair, all mahogany and sleek. She was so regal…and yet she’d shredded on that glacier. He smiled at the memory.

“Look at that. I got an actual smile.” Vanessa nudged him. “So, that’s what we’ll do. We’ll put off the house while you focus on Owl Hoot. It won’t take you long to get things going, and then you can hand it off to someone else, and we can get back to the house. It’ll give me time to look into eco-friendly materials.”

He didn’t like the way she took ownership of his plans. “You can do the research if you want, but I’m not committing to anything. The house isn’t a priority right now.”

“I know. That’s what I just said.” She tapped her fingers on her thigh in rhythm with the song playing softly on the radio. “You know, I love how intuitive you are. Where other people have to-do lists out the wazoo, you keep it all organized in your head. It’s like you’ve got the perfect executive assistant in your subconscious who delivers ideas at exactly the right moments.”

He cracked a grin. “That pretty much nails it.”

“See? I know you.” She rubbed his biceps. “So, what’s the top priority?”

“Getting this project launched with Rosie before she leaves.” Rosie. Fuck. His chest got tight, thinking of her getting ready for her date.

“Right, but that one’s mostly on her. I can set her up with a graphic artist to handle the packaging. One less thing for you to think about.” As he turned into the hotel parking lot, she leaned across the console and sifted her fingers through his hair. “I’m so glad we’re doing this, Brodie. Just the two of us. If we’d stayed in town, we wouldn’t be able to get away from work.”

But we haven’t gotten away from work. That’s all we talk about.