She tipped her head to the side as if contemplating her answer. Finally, she said, “Nope, I don’t think so.”

“Taylor, come on.”

“Why do you need to come inside?”

“Because we need to decide what we’re going to do about Mooney. We can’t put this off until tomorrow.”

She knew he was right, but goodness, she did not want to think about this right now. Of course, if she had been thinking earlier, she wouldn’t have made that impulsive outburst in the first place.

She slid the key in the lock, but before opening the door, she said, “Fair warning: my apartment is the size of your foyer. No judging.”

His head reared back. He looked offended. “Have I come across as the kind of guy who would say anything about the size of your apartment?”

No, he had not. Honestly, he was the most down-to-earth multimillionaire she’d ever met. Okay, so he was the only multimillionaire she’d ever met, but still…

She opened the door and led him into the apartment.

“This isn’t so bad,” he said.

“Hey, I never said it was bad. I just said it wasn’t a mansion.”

“Mansions are overrated,” he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “The upkeep is a bitch.”

“And you think it’s easy taking care of all this?” she asked with the haughtiest expression she could summon.

Jamar’s smile broadened and a warm sensation fluttered low in her belly. Shit. She really needed to stop flirting with her client.

Taylor took off her jacket and hung it on the hook near the door. She pushed her shirtsleeves up, stuck her hands in her pockets, then pulled them out and crossed her arms over her chest. Why was she suddenly nervous?

“Can I get you a drink?” she asked.

“Sure. Water is fine.” He scratched his left palm, a move Taylor already recognized as a nervous habit he relied on when thinking. Great, so now they were both edgy. This was ridiculous.

He stopped at the bookshelf that held her collection of Disney snow globes and trading pins.

“I take it you’re a fan of Disney?”

“Huge fan,” Taylor called from the kitchen. “Visiting Walt Disney World in Florida is at the top of my bucket list.”

“You have all this Disney stuff and have never been to Disney World? That’s just wrong.”

She detected when he started moving again, the thump of his Timberland boots echoing on her floors. He reached the tiny kitchen and his steps abruptly stopped.

“Are you baking cookies?”

Taylor looked down at the bag of chocolate chips, flour, and sugar that she’d gathered from the pantry without even realizing it.

What the hell? This was not the time to stress-bake!